Due to unforeseen circumstances including a sword-fight with Los Angeles airport, my thirty-first birthday, and the realization that my landlord is growing marijuana upstairs I’ve apparently lost track of what day it is. Hell, I’ve lost track of where I am at points in the last three weeks, but that’s another story.
That said I’munna (see that? “I’m gonna” ALL ONE WORD ) jump on board with homegirls Caligator & Gwen Bell’s December project called REVERB10 and slap right in the cheek with a blog post every day. Gwen gave me a shout out for some last minute geek tomfoolery, too, so what I’m saying is GET ON BOARD and reverb it, people.
That’s the plan, anyway, and we all know that plans and holy-shit-I-actually-did-that don’t exactly wake up next to one another in the morning. They certainly don’t kiss until they’ve brushed their teeth, which in my mind is just crazy.
So I missed yesterday, so today is yesterday and maybe later tonight will be today and then we’ll figure out what time it is when it’s time to know the time and yeah this sentence is completely confusing. Deal with it.
First up is something about choosing one word to describe this year and another for 2011.
This year’s been nothing short of mothertrucking adventure.
Like a bone-cutting base-jumping ride ’em cowboy version of The Amazing Race mostly taking place in my head but also taking place in planes, trains, automobiles, foreign countries, boardrooms, bedrooms, and birthday parties in a town near you.
In fact literally every single day in 2010 has been different than the one before it.
I tried to finish that last sentence with some sort of qualifier or note on how the day following it was also different but then I stopped and realized that that sentence kind of says it all.
Literally every day in 2010 has been remarkably different than the one that ended at midnight the night before.
That’s to say that starting a web company made the work day, well, everything but a work day. That’s to say I’m plodding around in a country that looks like the one I’m from but pays hommage to a queen and seriously wants to marry hockey or poutine. I take that back…this country wants to marry hockey but sleep with poutine.
That’s to say I’ve literally given up money entirely…my financial life is the worst it’s ever been and I’ve jogged to the office on days when I can’t afford the bus fare. Even during my runs this year I’ve thought forward, thought about tomorrows, and even at one point I started thinking about girls.
Humbling could have been the word for this year, too, now that I think about it. I have a new relationship with my self-image, my ideas, and my intellect. The internal adventure my head and heart endured in 2010 makes my head and heart spin when I really think about it.
The entire story of my life changed this year.
My attitude towards the world changed. I decided the world was a place you get to make your own, and after I decided that I decided that the only way to make that true was to understand that the consequences weren’t all pretty.
I learned that life’s an adventure and it tastes like ice cream and rod iron.
I learned to expect that next year will be more of the same, which suits me just fine.
So I think my word for next year is going to be…
How about you? If you’re participating feel free to link me up your post (sounds perfectly dirty, yes?)…and if you’re not…