2008 was a pretty decent year for me. Admittedly any year that you’re still alive is a decent year so I feel foolish saying that. But 2008 will be known as the year of employment. I had a dream dashed earlier this year. It’s good to have a dream-dashing each year, I think. Good for the heart. I lost and gained relationships this year. I used to have more to say about it. It was a year of revelation, and of “there’s no mistake, THIS IS IT!!!” For some reason 2009 sounds appropriate to me, yet it’s taken me until just now to get used to 2008. This year I stepped beyond the quarter age threshold, on the early side of a scary tidal wave called 30, onto the greater portion of an inevitability called 50. The clocks ticked louder, the seconds tore away with more force. I give myself good looks in the mirror now, accutely aware of some buried thing I’m not sure what. Do you know I menstruate every 28 days on the dot? I should be about half out of eggs now. And at first I was panicky and obstinate but before the year was up I’d already learned that that was futile. Now I think, “if I lose one more, I lose one more.” One more goal, one more deadline. No longer a newcomer, a “recent graduate.” Now I think, “maybe I will start later than I thought, maybe later than everyone.” This year I was covertly uprooted from every place I used to frequent to somewhere else. The good Lord taught me to sing. I drank from giant vines, ate spiritual grapes as big as my face. In 2008 I got a new Mariah record. A buncha people got married and buncha great ones left for good. I gained in dignity and family and learned to love water. Then I lost weight. My computer crashed and I lost all my shit. What hasn’t been recovered I cannot recall. A good summer for movies but all in all the year paled in comparison to 2007. I started taking the bus. I got really into facebook. I got my first clear sense of direction for the first time in years. So um, yeah I’ll take some 2009. Bring it.
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