My initial plan for my last post of 2009 — technically now the first post of 2010 according to the clock on my tool-bar — was to craft a witty pastiche of the annual Christmas Letter beloved of many, but I’ve decided not. There wasn’t going to be much mileage in a parody that hung on the conceit that I was looking for a job as an erotic milliner* as a result of facing redundancy. I’ll go with something more genuine, I hope.
If it is possible to sum up the year based on one’s mindset at its close it is wholly positive. This is an incredibly unusual position to be given the ups and downs (well, probably downs, more downs and the occasional plateau) of the latter half of the decade, I am more than a little surprise to find myself typing that word. Positive. It feels a little strange, but wonderful, to steal a Kings X lyric.
It could be the fact that I’ve kicked the depression into touch** with the help of a most excellent and understanding GP, it could be another step in my personal maturity that comes in tandem with aging, or it could be that I’ve had a heady draught of perspective that has encouraged me to see myself placed in the biggest of pictures. I dunno. Trying to divine the reason is a lesser concern than enjoying its fruits.
So, to you and yours, may 2010 be the year of blessing, wonder, discovery, joy, growth and hope.
One last thing: if I may be so bold as to offer a reader a word of wisdom for the year ahead, please heed this: never lick a plasma ball.
Oh, and support your local erotic milliner.
J
* I’m quite sure that there is such a vocation. Probably somewhere on the continent.
** I’ll be weaning myself off the happy pills in the new year. No more drug-induced hangovers in the morning!
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