How quickly the years pass. Why, it seems like only yesterday when my birth year 1951 was ushered in - what? - 30-35 years ago. And now it's 2009.
OK. I'm delusional this New Year's morning. I just liked the picture, that's all.
As for 2009, no resolutions for me, since I'm either a)perfect already, or b) totally irredeemable. I do, however, have a few wishes for the coming year:
1. I'd love to snuggle up with the Clever Writing Muse for a few months, the one that will spur me on to finish the three books I've started. I'm already in the vice-grip of the Industrial-strength Copy-churning Muse (fortunately) that keeps me going at my real job and for my freelance gigs. Maybe I can only have one muse at a time? Sigh. Can't give up the one that pays the bills - or pays almost all the bills - now, can I?
2. A real vacation. I'm trying to think of the last time I took a week or two off to unwind and recharge. I guess it was that week in August 2007, when I stayed here in NYC and played tourist. But what I want is a week to go somewhere like the Catskills or Adirondacks to a comfortable little cabin where I can read, sleep, hike, write, drink endless cups of tea. I'm really wishing for that.
3. I wish for a law making car alarms illegal, including a clause that allows for any car owner to be shot with a non-lethal paint gun at the very first woop-woop hint of an alarm. If you lived in my 'hood, you'd understand.
4. A lottery win. Nothing outlandish - $50,000 would do. I'm not greedy. If not a lottery win, I wish that fee-paying freelance writing opportunities keep coming my way.
5. Health, contentment, steady and interesting work, joy, and love for myself, my family, my friends, and for everyone who really needs a boost right now.
From my keypad to God's ear, eh?
May all your New Year's wishes come true. Happy 2009!