What am I doing New Year’s Eve?
Sipping Absinthe and enjoying some pre-schnitzel appetisers:
I’m up in Prince George, experiencing one of the last New Year’s of the globe. And I, for one, am SO GLAD 2011 is over. It was a hard year—not bad, per se, but not easy at all. I’m not afraid of a challenge, but some of this year was just garbage-y. Some smoother sailing would be A-OK by me. 
I probably set some great resolutions last year and then proceeded NOT to follow through on any of them… I’ve never been as slack as I have been the second half of 2011. But there are some things I want to see happen in the first half of 2012 because Slack Stephanie doesn’t feel quite like home.
I want to send more letters. I suck at mailing, but I’d like to overcome that particular limitation. Send me an address if you want to be included in this particular desire.
I want finally to start writing the historical fiction I’ve been thinking about.
I want to do yoga every day. Not a whole HOUR everyday, maybe, but my hamstring/quad issue on the right side has sidelined my group fitness intentions, and that shit makes me feel old. If I can’t jump, run, kick, lunge, squat and make merry, what’s the point?
And most of all, I want to live more. It’s hard freaking work for me (and a lot easier to stick my head into individual endeavours and avoid living REAL LIFE), but it’s coming along.
I’m a little bit too afraid of the still burnt-out kid that I am to make any more defined resolutions than that—my lack of stamina these days still scares me. Maybe just being patient with myself (yay! My strength! :S ) till the burn-out recedes is the key. For that reason, while I do *really* mean to come back to blogging—and reading blogs—sometimes, sleep and / or doing nothing will take precedence.
You guys are so great, however, that I do plan to celebrate all of you a whole lot more in 2012, too.
Be well.
Be happy.
Be. And I will be thrilled to be with you all in the interweb, too.
Happy New Year, everyone!
December 31st, 2011 at 23:51
zmen to all those! I am so done with 2011. It wasn’t too bad but it was HARD and ANNOYING!! Cheers to more LIVING in 2012.
January 1st, 2012 at 00:03
@ Lindsay: yay for the new, out with the old!
January 1st, 2012 at 01:44
Living more sounds like a good general resolution to me
It’s the hardest thing, after all…but the most worthwhile I suspect.
Happy New Year to you and I hope 2012 is easier going!
January 1st, 2012 at 11:22
’11 WAS hard for me in so many ways, and I am hoping that doesn’t extend into ’12 too much.
more living sounds good to me!
happy new year my friend!
January 2nd, 2012 at 16:32
This sounds all good to me. I tend to overestimate my energy as well, so not committing to too many resolutions seems like a good thing.
Do you still have my mailing address, or shall I send it again? But, more importantly, I’s love to have yours … (
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And please, *please* let me read the book you’re going to write, when it is finished. Just take yourself all the time you need for that, I think we’ll go on being friends.
Looking forward to hopefully seeing you around more often again!
January 2nd, 2012 at 18:19
@ Kari: funny how it’s so hard, eh? Is the secret to give in more to hedonism? Or to live without fear? I don’t know. But I’ll test it all out!
@ Kris: AMEN on us all getting a fresh start and smoother sailing in the NY. HNY to you, too!
@ Kath: I’m the same, especially in my burn-out phase. I’m really quite disappointed at how many things I *can’t* do. Considering how many productive hours I used to squeeze out of the day, an average day now almost feels like failure. Bah! OF COURSE you can read my book(s) when it’s done! And of course we’ll still be friends. In fact, in 2006, I spent NY day flying to Germany for research, and I actually felt physical PANGS not to be heading there again this year… soon, and until then, there’s the interweb!
January 4th, 2012 at 11:10
I am right there with you on the “living more” in 2012. I love being a loner a little too much sometimes.
January 5th, 2012 at 22:34
@ Missy: the funny thing I find is that it’s a tendency, but not as happy a tendency as it used to be. I’m not sure if I’m still out of sorts from a shitty year or what, but why did I used to feel more secure in my alone time? Easy solution: think less, LIVE MORE.