May the best of 2009 be the worst of 2010.
The world over has had a pretty sucky 2009. I’m glad that it is behind us. As all of the new years past, this one promises good things for us all. I certainly wish for those good things. What helps to ward away the worry that the coming year may fail is to remember how the past year didn’t fail.
I continued to work on my art even after closing the studio. My job remained my job, and I remained able to feed and house myself and my two cats. I had many good nights with friends and was reacquainted with friends I thought I lost. Indeed, the year could have been better monetarily, but it was tops spiritually.
I spent my NYE at home with my cats and the Star Wars Trilogy. (The first three films never happened!) I ate well and drank even better. My hands remained busy with IM, Twitter, texts. There may have just been me and the cats in the apartment, but I felt surrounded by my friends. It was an oddly warm and melancholy night. I drank too much, laughed a lot, and woke with a hangover. In other words, I had a successful NYE.
