Sunday, January 10, 2010

New year, new ideals.

It should be no suprise that 2009 whipped by like Usain Bolt on speed. My final Facebook status for the year said "Someone pressed >>FFWD on my 2009 mix tape... somewhere around the "June" track." But I'm over it. Its a new year. No point in masturbating over the fact that 2009 was what it was.

2010 didn't start out as much. I didn't really even make any resolutions. Although in the last few days I have slowing begun crafting some plans. As always, I have the good intention to simplify my life. To wit, just today I refrained from purchasing the beautiful Michael Kors Sloan boots that are featured for 60% off at 6PM.com. Roll your eyes if you must but this is a huge step for me. I had them in the shopping cart. I took them out. I put them back in. Then I remembered I'm actually broke. Shush. It totally counts as fulfilling my simplification resultion if I didn't actually buy them. Update (1/19/10): Ok, so I have an incredibly weak constitution and I will NEVER learn. The boots went on sale for 75% off. So I bought them. They arrived today and I don't like them afterall. I'm returning them and will be out about $20 in shipping. Bad Stephanie! Bad!

Most importantly I'm committed to writing and creating this year. No excuses. No big dreams. Just down and dirty work. I can do it. I know I can, I just need an attitude adjustment about it. For all of 2009 (and most of 2008 for that matter) I dreamed about the "perfect project" and then whined about being too busy to execute. But, I write and create because I NEED to. Because its my purpose. And I have gotten derailed. To wit, I feel purposelessness. And no one likes that. Especially me.

The dull, barfy, douchey stuff I write for work and the utter void of creativity in my life can't continue to sustain me. Its not fair and I simply won't stand for it. I do have to admit that I get a little spark everytime a certain salesperson tells me the edits I make to his sales letters have resulted in something spectacular. But I will never be a copywriter. My soul won't allow it.

And finally, I will refrain from peppering my musings with things like "to wit...." Starting... now.

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