I’m looking forward to 2009 being over. Since May, I would say, it’s been a fairly difficult year; family health problems, my own health worries, laden with psychology and symbols and childhood trauma, the difficulties of being in Year One Plus of a long distance relationship and hoping beyond hope that ends soon, writing that is more a chore than a joy, not having a magical book deal to pull me out of this magically.
And I can see the difference in my face. There are some pictures on my computer that are cute, from the beginning of the year. I’m happy, healthy, and wise. The end of the year? Good lord, I mostly look exhausted.
I’ve been mentally planning a happiness plan, to be put to hopefully unannoying usage on this blog, but I don’t have the time tonight. Have to get to bed soon if I want eight glorious hours of sleep.
And, well, if I’m tired, you should see my dad.