I dedicate this first blog, as well as these past two Holiday weeks, to myself.
Yes. I am that vain. But its also just been that time of year -- time for joy, cheer, and a little self-indulgence. And as for the purpose of blogging really, I can't see it being of any entertainment to anyone but myself. And thats okay. I can live with that --- as I have with many non-electronic journals of my past. Whats better than sharing with myself? Having record of my non-purposeful, non-sensical, and often rambling thoughts?
Sharing with others, you say? Psshhh. Ok, fine, Ill give you that. So here I am to share my little world with others. Its like taking the lock off my Hello Kitty Diary. Except this time around, Ill have more to share with you poor bored souls than "One day I will marry Jonathan Taylor Thomas." Hopefully.
I start back to class tomorrow, continuing on to my third quarter at The Creative Circus. Im nervous. After all this time spent attempting to morph my ass and the couch into one being, watching endless reruns of America's Next Top Model, and eating ice cream sandwiches for breakfast, Im pretty sure all that was creatively gained last quarter, has been effectively drowned in a deep pool of New Year's champagne and cheesecake sludge. But its go time now and I cross my fingers and inner creative fibers that it will be a successful one.
Oh, the holidays. Every single year, I vow it will be different -- I WILL persevere over the gluttonous svengali grip it has on me. I WILL refuse that third piece of pumpkin pie. I tried mentally seperating myself from the need for merriment and even naming this break "The 2 week period of Real Productivity." During which, I planned to start a diet, join a gym, actually GO to said gym, clean house, read books, write in my dusty journal, etc. I so far succeeded in joining said gym, appearing a few times to skip around on a treadmill for a few ticks on the clock, and of course making my infamous post-it checklists of chores to complete. I did get some of them done. But mostly, my Scrooge mentality of productivity broke under the spells of the Holiday peer pressure; I managed to drink considerable amounts of wine, play with friends, hang with my newly-Americanized brother (who's back fresh from his 7 month Latin lifestyle), surf the net, eat too much dessert, and finally get my hair cut, among other things. 7 out of 43 ain't bad, right?
While I realize this is all sounding pathetic, I don't really mind. Its been relaxing to say in the least...Ive had time to sit back and take a look at where things are headed... given, it was all in very slow motion. Feeling unproductive is not something I'd like getting used to...but every now and then, I guess its ok to own up to it.
Happy 2007, self. ... and to all one of you readers out there, hope this new year brings as much promise as I wish for.
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