A little late, yes. It took me this long to get settled. Calling the last few days crazy, disorganized and chaotic would be considerably understating it, but the fact remains that I’ve just come back from one of the very best weekends of my life. Even a nearly five-hour delay at O’Hare couldn’t do much to dampen my uncharacteristically joyful mood.
The past twelve months, as I have not made any effort to hide, formed what was pretty unambiguously the worst year of my life, and it was most edifying to bid it farewell. As I said in my carefully worded toast on New Year’s Eve:
“What it lacks in eloquence, it makes up for in heartfelt emotion: fuck 2005!”
I’ve promised myself over and over that I wouldn’t be “that kind” of blogger (you know…the livejournal kind), but it’s the beginning of a new year, and if I only do this once every twelve months, so…I’m feeling really a lot better right now than I have in a very long time. Not just since “pre-cancer” but probably “pre-graduation.” I am so incredibly full of excitement at the prospect of living, and anyone who has ever talked to me about anything knows that’s a considerable shift for me. A positive shift, I do declare. Right now I feel that 2006 will be the best year of my life, and will hereafter begin the process of working towards that as a goal.
Oh, and I haven’t read the news of the past few days, so if it turns out abortion is illegal now, or Bush nuked Iraq, or something like that, ignore the preceding.