…y próspero año nuevo.
So much happens, so quickly. Suddenly, it’s 2010, and I feel like life is in overdrive.
I’ve never been one for resolutions, really. Every year, I think about things I’d like to do, or change, but I never commit to a hard, defined resolution. I think it’s just because I know my own penchant for losing interest mid-stream. Whether it lasts all year or not, though, I’ll say this anyway: I’d like to write something every day. Even if it’s just a couple of lines of prose, or a random thought about the day. So much happens so quickly, and I there are thoughts and ruminations I have that never get shared with anyone, because they go just as quietly as they come. The fact that they don’t get shared isn’t such a shame – some of them are truly silly. But talking about things makes me think more, and I think I miss that the most. I want to read more, both old things and new. I want to talk more about things that require more from me than a knowledge of pop culture, which I’m sorely behind in anyway. I want to art more. I’m making “art” a verb, btw. Hope you don’t mind. But “make art” is so cumbersome a phrase sometimes.
I want to write down pieces of this life, so when I sit down a year from now, I won’t wonder where the time went. I’ll know.
