why are you not posting my emailed posts? first the queue loses my shit and doesn’t post it, now this! i can’t sit in front of my computer all day yet I want to share my unique insights with the interwebs! help me out, here! i am not afraid to go back to blogger, or start a wordpress…
when you have money, don’t buy conventional shit like kitchen-aid attachments, lots of pairs of minnetonkas or a year’s supply of american apparel undershirts. buy cool shit. creative shit. shit that has a story.
December 4 – Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?.
I got a pet. And she is awesome. We first noticed her because of her exuberant spirit - in the cage with her brothers and sisters, she was the first one among them to wake up from a nap and upon waking immediately pounced on them in search of a playmate. She was so teeny when we brought her home, at age 3 months, but nonetheless intensely curious. She sniffed, pawed, and tried to climb on everything. It was incredible to watch her, one day unable to jump onto a chair and, days later, after many more unsuccessful attempts, finally succeed. It was inspiring, in fact. If at first you don’t succeed…Harriet had it down!
She reminds me that while grand gestures and adventures can be enjoyable, so can a super bounce ball and a piece of yarn. It doesn’t take lots of fancy toys and pounds of molded plastic to make her day, or in turn, I’ve learned, mine. She gets me to be silly, and to play with just little bits and pieces I find around the house.
And I actually play! I’ve been reading a lot about cat psychology these days and apparently cats don’t view their “owners” as “owners” or anything otherwise superior to themselves; they see them as big cats! To Harriet, I’m not some big person with lots of crushing obligations worthy of some self-inflated sense of purpose, I’m a fucking cat.
December 3 – Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).
I got out of the hospital on Thursday, February 18th. I remember that it was cold, but I didn’t much mind because the air was so much fresher outdoors than it was in the hospital. Also: I was free! To walk around! To eat whenever I wanted, not just at prescribed meal times! It was louder, though, much louder. And hectic. I’d gotten used to seeing the same 10-12 people every day, and most of them weren’t moving at nearly as frenzied a pace as the people I now encountered outside. I felt this impulse to retreat within myself, but I also had some place to be.
December 1 – Writing. What do you do each day that doesn’t contribute to your writing — and can you eliminate it?
Oh, so many things: watch television, make/bake food, multi-task, play with my iPhone… I could start slowing down and actually, gasp, make time for it! This kind of thing helps…we’ll see how many days I can keep it going.
December 1 – One Word. Encapsulate the year 2010 in one word. Explain why you’re choosing that word. Now, imagine it’s one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2011 for you?
Inevitable. A number of things happened this year - some more pleasant, obviously, than others - but I honestly feel like all of them were a long time coming. On the happier end of the spectrum, there was falling in love, moving in with a partner and adopting just about the coolest cat ever. In the middle, about which I’m rather ambivalent, but nonetheless make sense in the context of my life, my first legal job was with a transportation agency, I was somewhat disappointed in my performance my first year in law school, though I perhaps didn’t have much reason to be, and I got an iPhone (even my dad saw that coming). And on the other end…well…there was another tumblr for that…and if it hadn’t happened in February it would’ve happened some other time, and maybe not have turned out so much for the best…(that’s annoyingly cryptic, i know…also…ELLIPSIS!!!)
For 2011, I’d like the word to be: Created. I want to be less passive, more active, and more present.