PAVEMENTS

In light of 2010’s passing

With the passing of year 2010, I did not feel the momentous roar of the new year. Maybe it has to do with all the clean slates I’ve made up for myself, the way I so often say, this is a brand new start and I am going all out now so you better watch out for me world, again and again. Maybe I’ve outgrown clean slates. It is a little overrated after all, because strictly speaking, there’s no such thing as a clean slate (unless girl got amnesia or some other special case scenario). I realize now, after all this time, how nice it is for things to be that way, that life’s pretty much a one-way road to wherever you want it to go.

2010 just eased into 2011 ever so quietly for me. Interestingly though, even without the thank-you lists, new year’s resolutions, and other typically exciting things to do during this time, I’ve never been more grateful. I am grateful for 2010 for turning me into the person I am now, definitely not unscathed, and probably scarred for life.

This year, I’ve been whining a lot about how tired I am, etc. of work, the real world, etc., but just before New Year’s Eve, with the help of ALL my vacation leaves bundled up in a wonderful twelve-day vacation, I have been rested and fattened enough to go back to exploring art (the results of which are two handmade notebooks) and figuring out things I want to do and how to do them (space design and also furniture/product design; go to a particular school nestled in the faraway Fort in April).

It is thoroughly reassuring that I do cease to be a manic-depressive control freak obsessed with work and money-making, after consuming great amounts of good food with good company.