Yea, Verily, Your Heart's Deepest Desire
Dec. 31st, 2022 10:22 amWoke up at an unconscionably early hour, which meant I had to will myself back to sleep, which meant I had crazy, sticky dreams—most of which I can’t remember (of course.)
But there were cats and bunkbeds and a guy who looked like the male lead on Catastrophe (funny Brit show) who really should not be attractive and yet somehow is attractive.
I was supposed to meet RTT at 9:30 am to talk about something really important, but every time I looked at a clock in the dream, I couldn’t make out the time. They were all analog clocks (if that’s an important detail.)
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Today is the day I traditionally read through my journals from the past year.
It’s never a ritual I look forward to since my main reaction to most things I do when I view them in retrospect is, What a fucking idiot you were.
I’ve been invited to a festive New Year’s Dinner tonight, which I really don’t want to go to. But I couldn’t think of any graceful way to decline the invitation, so shortly must scamper out to the market for a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of sparkling white wine.
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New Year’s Day is the real liminal space for me.
The day whose events set the subtexts for the coming year.
I am thinking there is no way I can get out of spending tomorrow cramming for my upcoming IRS certification exam, and that is a real shame ‘cause I don’t want 2023 to be about tax law.
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Meanwhile, I wish all of you a wonderful new year that brings you all good things, yea, verily, your heart’s deepest desire!
But there were cats and bunkbeds and a guy who looked like the male lead on Catastrophe (funny Brit show) who really should not be attractive and yet somehow is attractive.
I was supposed to meet RTT at 9:30 am to talk about something really important, but every time I looked at a clock in the dream, I couldn’t make out the time. They were all analog clocks (if that’s an important detail.)
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Today is the day I traditionally read through my journals from the past year.
It’s never a ritual I look forward to since my main reaction to most things I do when I view them in retrospect is, What a fucking idiot you were.
I’ve been invited to a festive New Year’s Dinner tonight, which I really don’t want to go to. But I couldn’t think of any graceful way to decline the invitation, so shortly must scamper out to the market for a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of sparkling white wine.
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New Year’s Day is the real liminal space for me.
The day whose events set the subtexts for the coming year.
I am thinking there is no way I can get out of spending tomorrow cramming for my upcoming IRS certification exam, and that is a real shame ‘cause I don’t want 2023 to be about tax law.
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Meanwhile, I wish all of you a wonderful new year that brings you all good things, yea, verily, your heart’s deepest desire!
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Date: 2022-12-31 09:28 pm (UTC)Can't you start cramming on 2 January?
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Date: 2023-01-01 06:42 pm (UTC)And I will.
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Date: 2022-12-31 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-01-01 06:41 pm (UTC)Wishing all good things to you and the people you care about, my friend.
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Date: 2022-12-31 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-01-01 06:40 pm (UTC)Winters are tough in Maine, but by golly, when springtime comes, you're earned it! 😀. And it is beautiful beyond compare.
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Date: 2023-01-01 08:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-01-01 06:39 pm (UTC)But, yes. You should try to have a couple of magical experiences, too.