Last Post O' the Year

Here we are. On the couch. Drinks in hand, potatoes on the boil, pajamas on.

The last hour of 2010, which was a great year.

A year in which I figured a lot of things out. In which Steinvic moved here and we set up house. In which we married and made a home. A year in which we began to figure out our lives and our life together.

Mick Jagger is prancing around on the television and it makes me wonder how he can be in such phenominal shape and I have the same 20-30 lbs to lose that I've been toting around for the last 10 years.

2011 is time to exercise and get healthy. I've already ditched smoking and continue with my nearly unprocessed food diet. But I'm not perfect yet. There is room for improvement.

There is room for reading. For writing. For more art. I am almost 40. If I'm going to do something, now is the time.

I was awake before Steinvic this morning, and watched the movie about Harvey Milk. He didn't start his advocacy until after his 40th birthday. While the story was profound and deeply sad (how did the movement lose momentum after all the hard work...it seems like equality should have immediately followed!) it reminds me that a lot can be accomplished quickly if you've got direction.

I need direction. Am I an artist? A writer? What?

I am not setting goals, but I'm open to possibilities.

But first, I'm off to drain and mash potatoes...

Happy New Year!

New Year, Clean Slate

Happy 2009!

While it may look like I'm just starting out, it's not true. I had a ton of crap out here that I just decided...I didn't want to exist any longer. So, I deleted every entry in my blog.

"Insanity!" you proclaim, but it's not true. This is who I am. I do this all the time...go through my closet and in an instant, have half of the contents strewn across my bed, ready to bag up for Goodwill.

Constantly reinventing and improving. Is it because I'm not happy with where I'm at? Never pleased with myself? Nope...that isn't it.

I just believe I can do it better. So...here's to it.

What about your reinvention? Do you find yourself getting stale in the same habits and routines? Or do you gut your closet now and then, peering into the corners to see what you've forgotten...what you can live without?