Woman Overboard!

One of my New Year's Resolutions was to write more. This blog is a testament as to how that resolution has been ignored like an old wine-drenched rag, left to dry underneath the oppressive heat of the sun - abandoned, shriveled up, and ant-infested.

I refuse for this blog to be ridden by insects.

And so from now on, I shall do my very best to keep this clean, well-lighted digital place updated a couple of times each week.

Words, it seems, are my only salvation. It'd be a shame to not even try to save myself. Ironic indeed that the only thing that's preventing me from tossing the lifesaver is none other than little 'ol shiftless me.

Woman vs. Self

Borrowed Words (For mine are all gone)

“For the world is movement, and you cannot be stationary in your attitude towards something that is moving.” *

And so another year hangs limply on the rack like a well-worn overcoat.

2008 was a great year. It became all the more spectacular as it progressed because events kept on unfolding that kept knocking me over by surprise. The antidote to a seemingly incurable disease was found, a new job saved me from drowning in a pool of cold, dank misery, new bonds and old friendships were set in stone, the Absolut win, the trip to London, the chance encounters, the rushes to the head, the almosts, the not quites, the not yets, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

Though the year that passed was truly one for the books, the lure of a clean slate is infinitely more alluring than breathing in the stale air of the past.

So 2009, c’mon and give me all you’ve got. Dip me, twirl me, fling me in any which way you want to. I’ve got my fancy shoes on and boy, are they made for dancing.

* Henri Cartier-Bresson