‘Tis the season… of renewed promises and lofty ideas about improving one’s life in all sorts of ways that under normal circumstances even Martha Stewart and her team of 592 anal retentive staff members could never reasonably pull off in a year’s time. But there is something a little bit wonderful about the prospect of a clean slate. The idea that no matter what terrible choices you’ve made up until this point, that with the chime of midnight it can all be forgotten (or at least pushed down into the deepest darkest recesses of your brain only to be pried out by extensive hours of counseling or torturous duress).
For example, of all the countless things I regret over the last year, so numerous to detail that I could write an epic novel about the blunders I have made, the opportunities I’ve missed, the things I’ve forgotten, the times I’ve fallen, and the things I’ve lost, I won’t mention even one. I won’t waste your time. I won’t waste my time dwelling for another embarrassing, sad moment on any of it (this is not to say that over the next year you won’t be subjected to multiple train wreck posts detailing my NEW blunders). It’s the 6th day of the year, and here I am – sitting on the floor of my darkened kitchen, drinking a sweet glass of white wine (out of a wine glass only slightly smaller than a giant fishbowl) and listening to fleet foxes. And I realized that this will be my new blogging habit (god help you all). Now I know that up until this point, “habit” could be one of the last things to describe my blogging (right up there with “coherent” and “remotely interesting”), but I’m not dwelling on it. I’m going to try my best to do better. Not necessarily more coherent, or interesting, but hopefully a little more often. Because I remembered how much I love writing. And how much I love wine. It’s not a New Year’s resolution, as this year it’s been my resolution not to make resolutions in January, but I do want to take advantage of the beginning of the year and start now. Birthdays make for much better times to make promises to yourself anyway.
Incoherent side note: Have you sat on the floor of your kitchen lately? It’s marvelous! It helps immensely that my kitchen is AWESOME (albeit dirty… lalala *notdwelling*). There are no lights on at the moment, only the soft (obnoxious) glow of my laptop screen scarring my tender retinas (it’s ok, the wine will make them feel better) and illuminating the black and white checker pattern of the floor. There is a dark chocolate candle that is burning, giving the slight illusion to anyone who may enter my apartment in the next couple of days that I was actually being domestic and cooking something uncharacteristically luxurious of me, like truffles or Jello pudding. This mixed with the mello goodness that is the harmonies of the Fleet Foxes, and it makes for a pretty great Wednesday night; a night that I can’t help but be stoked for my life – exactly as it is – no changes or resolutions necessary.
