Happy new year to you too, Warren. Long distance hugs. Because there are hugs in Whitechapel, when I'm around.
This year is, like someone said, win or die trying. But I think I'll succeed. All in all, even with all the crap I still have in my life, I've made some sort of peace with stuff now. I'm disgustingly optimistic, but in a realistic way.
I'll use this year to work as a voulenteer in student bars, meet tons of new people, take my last high school exams, and focus on getting better and controlling my Borderline sides. Without medication. Because they are thrown on the pyre of last year's mistakes. New healthy life of more exercise meets even more partying. It will be good.
I'm putting my second photo book on sale at midnight (on blurb.com) 2009 gave me the plague at the last minute and the quasi-significant other is at a kink party, so I'll spend New Year's *accomplishing something*. Maybe that will set the tone for 2010. Those of you going out, be safe.
I hope my life's goal of "Hang out and be groovy" finds wider acceptance this year. It's amazing how often I get something along these lines;
"What?! You're forty this year and you aren't buried in a mountain of debt*, with a demanding spouse, and two point five kids, and a lifestyle you can't afford!? Fuck you! I'm trapped and you should be too!"
* I got that. But it's more of a steep hill/ small mountain. Only difficult if you're lazy.
For me, a year in which I start to become a better tool user, in every sense that I can. Widest range of tools I can use, in smallest footprint. You could call it an experiment in Grinding.
This years starts (for me) with Ideas, and remarkably enough The Tools to Execute Those Ideas. Thanks in part to Whitechapel for inspiring me to Get Off My Ass and Make Something.
Inspiration + The Means to make Things = 2010 is beginning with an overwhelming feeling of Optimism. And, surprisingly enough, a healthy dose of Motivation. Shit yeah.