last night was new years eve. YES.
i just turned on some girl talk. it seemed like the right kind of music for my year in review, lets take the best part of the worst year and make some semblance of it. lets not. i am carrie bradshaw driving away from matthew mcconahey and her movie review of relationships past. YES. but what is the point of recording the years pass, if not to take a time period into review? [uncomfortable sentence]
but lets talk future, lets talk resolutions, lets talk about the projected energy for this new decade. i am turning off girl talk.
and the fist record i put on is sounds in space, soothing light orchestral music. this year i am balance, i am temperance and i am working it out with lelaina peirce. we are moments away from selling fruit at intersections, but still hopeful and idealistic. does this mean my year comes with troy dyer drama? YES.[reality bites: pop metaphor for this year?]
sounds in space is too mellow, i have just up-graded to the billy vaughn singers 'up, up and away' we go, this shift in tempo is significant. 'we can fly!' they shout. better. i guess it is just going to have to be another year in my life. maybe i am the same. maybe i will always be the same and as much as i say i want to make 'the right' decisions, i will always follow my heart and my every little whim. I guess what i am asking from 2010 is for the right whims to be followed. [following the right whims? say whim again]
dear 2009, i asked for more and you delivered, i asked for adventure in the great wide somewhere, and it happened. but enough of that, this year can i have the power to recognize the right thing and then do it? dear 2010 if it is not too much to ask can i find home? can all these things i never saw as options become real? i got rhythm, i got music, i got dancing, who could ask for anything more. [sunshine on a rainy day?]
