Happy New Year, fam! Do you like my theme for the year? It’s not as good as the original, “Cuttin’ a Bitch in 2006,” but it’ll do.
As I stepped outside the door into the garage this morning and put the door up, the shock of cold air on my face and the dim winter light felt almost like a time warp of sorts. It happens every year, but it felt especially strong today as I started the car and backed out of the driveway, the car’s metal creaking in the chill. It was a brittle cold, a Fargo sort of cold.
Okay, surprise, I’m not really dead. And I’m not planning on going anywhere for the foreseeable future. But you never know. You could get hit by a bus and wake up dead tomorrow. And in honor of Rosh Hashanah, I decided to do a little exercise in sorting myself out.
I had a stressful day today – far more so than usual. My youngest was sick yesterday, so I had to take a day off from work. We are in the busiest season of work this time of year, so it’s not unusual to get 30-80 emails a day, depending on where we’re at in the season. I’m perpetually behind, quite frankly, and I expect to be running a deficit until at least October 1st
I was talking to a friend of mine today. We are both on perpetual quests to hustle and make ourselves better, and we bounce ideas off of each other quite a lot. We also share a love of writing in common. He was telling me how he had been writing the night before and thinking about where his life might be in five years.