As I scrubbed melted bubble gum off the inside of my dryer the other night, I thought about the year that just passed and the year ahead.
Last January, I wrote that the older I get, the less interested I am in my own angst. Instead of immersing myself in the full 3D surround sound of my angst, I find that it's like a movie that plays in the background as I putter around the room. And when I do pay attention to it, I think: oh yeah, that stuff. That stuff about what I haven't got done and what I SHOULD be doing, and the traits that I secretly think make me defective because they aren't the same as other people, and my regrets and embarrassments over mis-steps, etc etc etc... I wish I could turn off the movie or just leave the room or something. Maybe I'll figure that out someday.
But some things of note happened in 2009: I got a couch! Not only a couch, a whole set of living room furniture THAT MATCHES. Yes. And it was second hand. Also, I played some gigs. Survived a time period of extreme clutter in my house and lived to tell the tale. Discovered that indeed we DON'T have bedbugs (but I DO still have a bug phobia). Played many games with my ever-growing, astonishingly brilliant and devastatingly handsome son. Attended some great shows (including TWO Astronaut Love Triangle events). And decluttered my mind through unplanning. Then played some more music.
And those are just the things I blogged about...
I am still mulling over my goals for 2010, so I will just make this observation for now - 2010, rhymes with Jen. Good omen?