I'm almost ashamed to say this, but I didn't realize until reading some Time magazine teaser online that a decade is coming to an end in a few weeks. I used to spend a lot of time analyzing the relative "goodness" and "shitty-ness" of certain years. I believe at one point in my life I spent much of New Year's Eve cataloging the highlights of the prior year.
Obviously I had way too much time on my hands. I don't have way too much time on my hands now. But I am very excited about starting a new decade. Or, maybe I'm very excited about flushing the last decade down the crapper. Not really. That's too harsh. Some good things happened (some of them really good things) but I am ready.
I am currently consuming a mint that is so minty that I can feel it in my ears. Is that a good thing? I'm not sure.
Despite an annoying issue with small ants, I have been learning to really love my house all over again. Aside from going to work, I spend (almost) all of my time there. I am really into holiday decorating now, starting to enjoy that again. I have a profound desire to go sledding. This is a good thing, I am quite sure.
This semester has not been very fruitful in the writing department. I think I'll end up with about ten pages of new poetry. There have been multiple days in a row where I haven't done anything creative, aside from maybe making a stupid joke, or cutting up some celery on an angle, and neither of those things count. I hope that next semester, since I won't have any massive life changes, I will be able to start being prolific again, or at least prolificish. It's hard having just finished a manuscript and scrutinizing every incoming idea. Will it fit? Old book? New book? New book? Oh dear.
Maybe it's time to set a goal. Mine is going to be three new poems before the end of this decade. Who's in? Anybody?