Saturday, January 01, 2011

Eleven

I just finished reading my blog from last January 1st—right after I tossed my White Russian Chai to the ground, staring at it stupidly before I could comprehend that it was my drink spreading out on the floor under the woman next to me. I was pretty surprised at what I had written last year. I was expecting it to be much darker than it actually was. I had somewhat of a positive attitude going into last year. Maybe because I was just so thrilled 2009 was dead. I definitely didn’t keep that positive attitude all year long.
I brought 2011 in with PCSDRL, which was the perfect decision. Good, good people to usher forth the new year. They stayed the night and we finished the last season of Project Runway. The rest of the day will be spent with Gavin. Oh, and everyone else too. We are going to Casa Bonita. It will be his first time. I know everyone hates their food. For good reason. It’s disgusting. However, I LOVE it! Even as I eat it, I am fully aware how gross it actually it—I don’t know if my true enjoyment of it is from memories as a kid or if it is my white-trash love affair with Velveeta.
So, this new year…what’s in store? No idea. As you may remember, I don’t do resolutions. But here are my hopes, two things:
1. That everything with Gavin will work out best for him—or that they will just give him to me!
2. That things will get better for my family. Period. The financial situation will get figured out, whatever way it will go, just so that there will be finality to it, the fear of the unknown will be over, and we can rest and heal together.
I also, would be willing to bet that by this time next year, there will be a book deal. I’m not doing the whole positive thinking thing or calling good things to me from out yonder. I simply plan on harassing everyone I can think of to get published. Surely I can wear someone down into saying yes.
I am not hoping or planning or requesting love. The only request I have in that area is that my heart will harden to the point where HWMNBN will have no resting place there any longer. That I will look at his face, be it in a picture or in passing (God-forbid) and not feel a damned thing. I hesitate to say this, but I would even welcome getting to the point where I think about our love, what we had, what I have gone through the past (nearly) two years now and think, “What’s the big deal, why all the drama, how stupid could I be, not worth a second of it!” I don’t care if those feelings will be true or not, I just want them there.
So, 2011, here we go…

2 comments:

Avenjer said...

Hey B, just wanted to wish you the best in 2011 on everything. Do leave the past behind and enjoy the future. That new guy you've been seeing sounds hot. I know you said you're still not sure but, there are a million guys who would trade places with you to have a big, attractive and interested guy asking them to "let's see where this goes." So keep that in mind and don't miss the big picture in front of you. In other news, my niece was born on Christmas eve, so I'm in full Uncle mode. It's wonderful (as you know) and she is completely adorable. And the whole family has fallen under the baby's spell. But that's how it goes. As for myself, 2011 is about reconnections in many areas--to my friends, to my passions and to my art. I too, will be trying out some new avenues to try to reach some long term goals this year--new love and new art being at the top of the list. Probably not anything to do with my blog. Might possibly create another for my new art direction this year. We'll see :)

Brandon said...

Thank you! Best wishes to you as well! I'm so excited for you! The uncle spell has only just begun, just wait. It is the best thing ever. And I would love to see a blog with your art! I check your blog every day--sometimes more than once a day......
I'm glad to hear that you have such positive feelings and goals for this year.
I hope, at the end, we can both look back at this year and count it as one of those transitional years that lead to amazing and positively life changing events!