crossing over
it’s a day to february and the december rain lingers on. when does the new year begin?
january has been excessively stagnant, and despite promises of change it’s still the old story. with this guilt, i hope i’m going to be spurred into some productive action. right now, i’ve got my direction but i need to get moving.
individual service
i think i over-indulge in sentimentality sometimes, but there’s simply something about endings that sets me off.
i have a corollary to the last post – that 2010, in summary, was an outlier. it broke many expectations i had coming into the year, and though at times threatened to derail the entire experience, surprisingly ended somewhere that feels just about right. it’s been different, and i’m glad for it even though it hasn’t offered any new certainty for the coming years. i just wonder if this is a sign that i should continue to relish the flux.
departures
a year that has struck as many new highs as there were lows, condensed into a single evening. there’s too much to be thankful for, and it’s difficult to see where we’re all headed now.
it’s unbelievable how comfortable it has become, and how much we’ve progressed to arrive at this moment. perhaps, it’s finally the right time to move on. this haven is complete.
a decade later
i’ve always liked having my birthday at the start of the year because it lets the presence of the new year and its urgency felt. it makes it feel like a new chapter in time is really unfolding. there was something different about the birthday this year though. the urge to go wild with celebrations and the anticipation of presents were gone, replaced simply by a muted desire to relive the past year and decade, and some sort of an attempt to chart the path for the year ahead. perhaps, like everyone is telling me, i’m really getting old.
but that’s fine, i like where i am right now.
