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A wonderful, love-filled Christmas and a blissfully quiet and Schwarzenegger-filled New Year’s Eve.
Despite all my outward protestations that New Year’s is ‘just another day’ and ‘barely a real holiday’, every year I get pulled into the list-making, vow-taking optimism that comes with a new calendar year. I have no logical reason to believe that a 3 where there was a 2 will suddenly transform me into a new being that Dresses Smartly! and Cooks Dinner on Weeknights Regularly! and Balances a Rich Creative Life with Social Outings! and yet I still find myself some time in the early days of January declaring that this is the year I become more/less ____.
In the spirit of my hilarious friend, Sharon, this year I’m trying to keep it a bit ‘mo’ real’;
- focus less on things like ‘becoming famous’ and ‘getting into shows’ and focus more on making art.
- this I will do by cultivating a daily art practice and following through on current projects before starting new ones.
- learn to cook more ‘intuitively‘.
- run 2 half-marathons (one in spring and one in fall)
- drink more water each day than I do coffee (because drinking nothing but coffee and wine in a 24 hr period can’t be great for my kidneys)
*”The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we notice that the days are getting longer. Minute by minute they lengthen out. It takes some weeks before we become aware of the change. It is imperceptible even as the growth of a child, as you watch it day by day, until the moment comes when with a start of delighted surprise we realize that we can stay out of doors in a twilight lasting for another quarter of a precious hour.”
– Vita Sackville-West
This past weekend I had the honor of being the maid of honor in a wedding where both the bride and the groom were two of my best friends. The wedding, and all the events leading up to it were a blast of epic proportions. I saw best friends who I hadn’t seen (and in some cases hadn’t talked to because I am shit at keeping in touch) in years and it was as if no time had passed. Everything went beautifully and was so much fun that today I’m left with a ‘Funover’- a new term that I am inventing. A funover is when you have such a good time with such awesome people whom it is a rare treat to see that the next day you’re not only exhausted but also a bit listless and a bit blue. (It is my experience that funovers can be cured with restful activities like ‘Reading Lord of the Rings with Kittens’ and ‘Drinking lots of chocolate-mint coffee’)
Even though I’ve spent a fair amount of time this afternoon moping, faced with a TimeMage who could somehow transport me back 5 years to the time where we all lived mere feet from each other I’d have to decline (and not just because one can never trust a TimeMage). There are too many awesome things happening in the hereandnow- not just for me, but for the rest of the lounge rats ( jobs! friends! spouses! kids! new kittens!)
Missing people isn’t just a part of life, it’s a beautiful one- it’s a reminder that one has loved and been loved. This weekend was a fun reminder of how many people I love live outside of Columbus and how wonderful is the task I’ve neglected of keeping in touch.
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