I woke up this morning, looked outside and damned if it didn't feel like a New Year. There was almost no traffic…no sirens…no one yelling. So far, the news bulletins that pop up on my iPhone haven't brought me any bad news or infuriating Trump tweets. I have a friend here and we have plans for the day that involve other friends. I have no e-mails from producers or editors asking, "Where the hell is that script?"
Yep. This sure ain't 2019…so far.
I know people who, first and foremost in the world, want their lives to be interesting…even if that involves stress and fights and conflicts and anger. I like "interesting" too but not when it comes with those things attached. I don't see them as unavoidable if one is going to have an interesting existence and to the extent they are…well, I could tolerate a little "boring" now and then. I think one of the reasons I was attracted to writing as a lifestyle was that you can always make things interesting by sitting down and writing something interesting…and without bloodshed.
I'm assuming it will not feel completely like a new year for very long. By Monday, it will certainly feel a lot like last year and the year before and maybe even the year before. In my experience, it usually doesn't go back more than about three years. But I'm going to enjoy the new year while it still has that fresh New Car Smell. Hope you enjoy yours while you can.