Whoops. I'd intended to make some sort of note of the Rambler's year anniversary, which was just the 27th. So I guess Miriam Makeba celebrated it for me by rolling her eyes in a leopard-print dress.
I suppose I'll save the big fireworks and alcohol for the full 365th entry - or would that be 366, given that 2008 was a leap year? - but it would be remiss of me to neglect this particular event entirely.
Of course, these dates require that we sit back and take some stock of where we've been over the last year, or, in a more American tradition of progress, lack thereof and the inevitable feeling badly about it, how far we've come. And, you know? Reviewing what was going on in my life - particularly in relation to the house - this time last year really has made me glad that I've kept the Rambler going.
It's distressingly easy, if you're the self-doubting type (as I am) to perpetually feel like you haven't done enough. But, you know? There's always something to do. There's always something that requires your attention, but you shouldn't be feeling constantly as though if you don't do it now the world is going to end.
In fact, this may be a good place to note that equilibrium in biology equals death. Equilibrium in life isn't such a dramatic thing, but it's also not the key to unbridled joy.
Does this sound like an apologia for being a lazy bastard? Well, maybe it is. But are you going to give me a hard time about it? It is my anniversary, after all.
D.
2 comments:
Ramble on.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. Whoa, ooh, whoa!
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