They – the people who perpetuate stuff like this – say that whatever you’re doing at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve is what you’ll be doing the rest of the year. I’m sure they didn’t mean this literally but instead as a suggestion to be doing something you want to be doing as you ring in a new year. So, here I am, sitting at my computer, writing a little something that may or may not be read by another living soul but that doesn’t matter one damn bit to me. I like writing. I like sharing what I think about what is going on around me. I like looking at my thoughts on a page – perspective is offered.
The tagline for this site is “a cerebral instinctive rumination from the brain of the wild and untamed” me. Lately it seems I’ve been less wild than maybe I’d like to be. More tame than I would prefer. Or maybe I just like it really quiet…. Actually, and here’s an example of that perspective I mentioned… I do truly like quiet and peace. I feel like 2014 has been my year of recharging. Of reveling in simple acts of living. Some shit has gone down that was decidedly unpleasant. But otherwise, 2014 has been one of the happiest of my entire life. Why? Oh, lots of reasons. Namely, I just figured some stuff out.
So what about this wild and untamed bit? Yeah, I want to dive into that more! I don’t know completely what that means and I can’t possibly because it involves living and I haven’t gotten any further than right here, right now. But I do have some desires and they center around sharing and creativity. Like, I want to get absofuckinglutely promiscuous with my paints and photography. And words. All those glorious, spectacular words… I have a book I’ve been working on that I want to devote more attention to. There’s a list of other stuff that would be boring for you, dear (possibly phantom) reader, but means everything to me.
Suffice it to say, I want to turn up the volume REAL LOUD on my creativity in 2015. And serve because, damn it, I know some shit that can help people. And welcome all the luscious stuff that I dream of now and that I haven’t even conceived of yet because some of the best stuff includes levels of wonderful that I can’t possibly grasp now… Life has a beautiful way of doing that.
So, Happy New Year! Here’s a big hug to 2014 and a sexy French kiss for 2015.