December 31, 2011

The New Year

So. I wrote a bit about procrastination. I wrote something about freshly baked bread—the theoretical goodness of it. Then I dropped off the face of the planet. Luckily, for the moment, I think it is pretty safe to say that I am the only one occupying this planet (the one that my blog is on). Hopefully I was not too gravely missed.

I also wrote some various posts and then did what any paralyzed writer does—buried them in the electronic dustbin of my computer's hard drive and pretended that they did not exist. I just dug some up today, and they’re not entirely bad, some of those discarded posts. I may share them in phases in the future.

For the moment, though, I want to commemorate the lovely holiday that I just had with a few photos. There was Dungeness crab at Christmas Eve, a tiny tree in my studio apartment filled with presents below, there were mounds of Satsuma mandarines, and toasts of bubbling rosé, and songs sung with guitar accompaniment, and many joyous things beside.

As I look forward to 2012, I want to remind myself to keep with things—to not be so fast to give up—even if, and when, they get hard. Because they always do. But there is beauty to be had anyway, in the spaces between.