A New Year

Bright Nights Stanley Park, by countablyinfinite.

2009 came in as a curious, understated, high-drama, low-noise affair – me and my nearest and dearest watching my favorite short films as we wondered which clock was the most accurate. Outside, the snow drifted down in terrifying density, the hills of New Westminster growing more treacherous by the minute for me and my transit-taking companions. Luckily, snow on ice did not manifest to be as terrible as it was made out to be.

I thought I would have resolved the things that made me reluctant by now, but alas, my 2008 baggage is very much still here, waiting to be dealt with. But things are brewing to happen, and I have almost conquered the muteness, leftovers from too much life drama.

I have plenty of things I am passionate and want to write about (and certainly do plenty of talking about); it’s just a matter of getting my writing feet beneath me to let my fingers do the walking again – bravery to break the empty black (or white, as the case may be – it feels, at times, less terrifying to write in emacs). There’s a chattering quality to my blogging I resent; this too can and will be rectified.

2008 presented me with the opportunity to do a bunch of cool, incredible things that brought to light both what’s wonderful and possible, as well as what’s holding me back from doing more cool stuff. The last few months have seen me doing a lot of meditating on both – admittedly, as is the norm for me, more on the latter than the former. For that reason, I’m glad for the presence of people in my life who inspire me and remind me that awesomeness grows through nurturing, not through being criticized beyond recognition.

Many new horizons. Here’s to more…

  • Reflection, reporting, and closing the loops on learning. Accountability to myself.
  • Casting my gaze further than one week. Getting better at orchestrating things.
  • Getting into more lovely crazy fun times, meeting more creative, inspiring people, having meaningful conversations with them that reflect that back to them, and continuing to connect the like minds.

You know – same old, same old.

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