At 12:07 last night, I got into my car and took a long drive around Athens. I had gone to a NYE bonfire with some close friends, but I didn't feel like drinking anything. The evening was clear, and cold, and lots of things seemed to make sense. I'm not one of those people who puts all their faith into a number. January 1st started just like the 364 days that had preceded it. But because I was on such a journey last year to find direction, there just have to be some markers I can use to feel new and feel confident.
Today is one. I made coffee before I went to the grocery store and stocked up on some amazing ingredients. Nothing special, though, right? But I did it with an added swing in my step. And when I got back home I cleaned the whole house to the soundtrack of a Martin Page album from the 1990s. He has this song called "In the House of Stone and Light" that I used to fall asleep to when I was 12. "It's been too long, my spirit's been at war." Heady for a preteen, huh? I was looking for some things then. And I'm looking for the same things now. I just finally understand how to get them. Mostly by just being myself.
Some revelations: This year I will graduate with my PhD in American History. It may not be the best dissertation anyone ever wrote. And I may not get the best job ever. But I'll finally have "Dr." in front of my name--just like my mother predicted when I was three years old. I feel like there's going to be a cluster of good things to come this year if I allow myself to enjoy them. I want to travel. I want to start reading books again. I want to cook, a LOT. I just became a vegetarian. I want to take care of my mind and my body in new ways. Lessons I learned last year? Leave the past in the past. If there's a glitch in the system, try to fix it quickly. If it breaks again, jump ship. Some things sneak up on you. And leave you tongue-tied. And suddenly you spend a random hour on a Sunday thinking about how many banana slices someone likes in their cereal.
Screw it. I'm going for it all this year. After all, as I told my very brilliant advisor Steve (who knows all the right questions to ask at precisely the right moments) last night: my favorite number is two.
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