you think i'd be worried about 2011.
based on its auspicious beginnings.
like opening my closet saturday morning to falling storage containers and the fear of a broken collar bone. or leaving the grocery store only to realize several blocks later that i'd left the groceries behind. then there was the falling down the entrance steps of my apartment building. and the loss of one of my favorite earrings. all this and the seeds of minor heartbreak (from afar, no less--and most likely imagined {the worst and most cowardly of all }).
but i'm not worried. no siree.
i'm gonna chock all this up to january. (january and i have never been friends).
okay. okay. i'ts all a-okay.
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happy new year!
i have so many new years resolutions for this next year.
not because there's so much that i want to change.
but because suddenly there's so very much that seems possible.
around noon today i enjoyed the first hint of blizzard...
but as i walked home around nine tonight enjoyment would not have been the word i used. nor would i employ hint when referring to the blizzard.
let's just say, i had my umbrella facing headlong into the wind, my free arm shielding my eyes from the potent precipitation, and i still didn't think i was gonna get through the block and the half to the subway.
it's gonna be interesting to see what kind of a world i wake to tomorrow, because it sure as heck is snowing. and i mean snowing.
(rough as it may prove to be, don't think i'm not enjoying every second. the sound of white: thrusting wind and city silence.)
a day late, but...
i hope you had (and continue to have) a beautiful holiday season.
new york (and i imagine much of the northeast) looks like the innards of a snow globe right now.
and a white christmas (or boxing day, really) is a lovely thing!
dear blog-spot-lover-of-mine,
remember when it was just you and me? when it was just the two of us? and we were each other's own best-kept secret? and so anything was possible? and anything could be said? and that was the point you know. to say everything. to record everything. because i had this sense that, hard as things were, i needed to record it all. to remember. because memory is important. history is important. a record, vital.
it's not so easy anymore is it blog-spot lover? because it's not just you and me. and i have to worry about what i say and if i'll hurt someone, offend someone, embarass myself. but i want to remember. even if it is skewed, this memory (and i know it is skewed). even if five years from now i'll look back and think of it all differently. because i want to see the space between the memories--the histories--the stories i tell. i want the inconsistency.
i want to write about being an island and the loneliness it entails and how it's not fair to become so necessary to someone only when the person that's really necessary leaves. or the five years of static sandwiched between two once-friends on a subway.