Auld Lang Syne

I love January. It’s so…clean. Full of possibility. I’m the queen of resolutions, the contessa of new starts. I’m always sure that this is it, the year that everything falls into place, that I finally get where I’m going—wherever it is. Who knows? The journey, I suppose, is the point.

Doesn’t always feel that way, though.

I’ve made some resolutions this year, sure—read more, make a better effort with some casual acquaintances—but my biggest goal for 2009 is to slow the hell down.  This past year was a good one—a growing year—but it was a ball-buster, too, and I can’t say I’m sorry to see it go. In its place? Peace. Quiet. A rearranged apartment, and a cup of tea, and a brand new attitude.

Here’s to you, oh-nine. I feel good about this one. I really do.