It's a new year. Well, technically it's twenty-days-old, but twenty-days-old is pretty fresh (unless we're talking about produce or wounds). And while I still don't have a flying car--or a car with functioning keyless entry, for that matter--I am eagerly looking forward to a lot of new beginnings in 2009.
My dad's new restaurant, for one. All of his efforts are beginning to take shape and the entire family is stoked--partially because most of them work there. Dad, Mom and my brother are all playing a role in the daily operations of the restaurant while I watch from a safe distance of two hours away. Sure, I'm a bit jealous that they'll get to spend so much time together. Soon they'll probably have their own inside jokes, develop their own secret language, and their periods will all sync up. But I also realize that daily exposure to my parents causes me to have an allergic reaction where my eyes roll back into my head and I inadvertently let out long, exasperated sighs, so my lack of participation is probably better for everyone.
Secondly, my job. Every day the challenges seem to become more complex and the deadlines and budgets seem to be tighter and the coffee seems to be weaker (freaking recession). And while it's consuming an assload of my free time, I'm feeling more and more responsible, integral and empowered. I say this despite the fact that the stress is giving me intermittent bouts of Bell's palsy, the fact that I can no longer complete a sentence without forgetting what I was saying, looking at the floor, looking at the ceiling and then screaming 'WHY GOD?' and the fact that when I get out of work at 9 pm I catch myself doing 45 mph on the interstate and being cursed at by the glaucomic octogenarian who's passing me on the right. In summary: I'm proud, exhilarated and also operating at the comprehension level of a tree fungus.
And finally, my life. 2009 seems as good a time as any to start anew. I'm going to devote myself to spending as much time as possible enjoying myself and the company of my friends. Life is short, and one of these days I'm going to wake up and be a grown-up. Until that day comes, I don't care if it seems like I'm lagging behind my peers in the "getting married and/or knocked up" race. Because I'm still allowed to go out on Wednesday nights, and keep only eggs and ketchup and expired salad dressing in my fridge, and pass gas in my sleep and never have to find out about it.
Point is, I think 2009 is going to be a good year. Hope you all feel the same.
Cheers,
Steph
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3 comments:
All very well said, and nice use of octogenarian. I had to comment to tell you that last night I caught myself driving 50 on my drive home and when i came out of zone I was like, crap, I'm the person I usually swear at for not even going minimum speed!!!! Also, I had to comment because I'd forget to tell you this for like three weeks... for many of the same reasons listed above. The third reason i had to comment is because I was literally thinking... maybe 20 minutes before I opened my google reader, that you'd have obvs have spent so much time writing for the day job you haven't written on here, so glad you did. and awfully weird that I thought of it moments before seeing you posted... Maybe our periods will sync up now? Weird. Then I'll have to race you to see what random items are left in the trash...
~heeds
wtf
Yeah, I second that - WTF?
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