2006 was a hard year for me. the year started with a bang and a neck brace, then slipped seamlessly into sexual harassment, financial insecurities, unemployment, sickness, and of course, a wounded heart. there were some incredibly and gloriously bright spots in '06 though. and of course i’m still poor in ’07, but i’m trying not to let it get the best of me.
in the spirit of not letting it get the best of me, i welcome you all to 2007: The Year of Me. you’re probably thinking that this seems odd and vaguely selfish, and you are right, but this is The Year of Me and you are my minions and so you will celebrate and revel and defer to me on this, as in all relevant matters.
The Year of Me is a long time coming. if you know me well, or maybe even if you don’t, you know that i have a slight difficulty saying no, and not just to cookies. you know that in spite of how i appear superficially (some people have insinuated that sometimes maybe i come off a little mean), i am not a fighter. i am honest— very honest, and this is where the “mean” comes in— when honesty is the best policy, but that isn’t always the case. sometimes things have to get done, and i happen to be non-confrontational and efficient, and so it’s just easier to do them myself than to fight about it. also, sometimes i actually don’t mind. but.
2007 will not be easy. this year, if i want to say no, i will say no. i might even shout it, and do a little crane kick. this year, when people fuck up my food at the farmer’s market, i will make them fix it even if it takes a fourth time. because i paid for it, and i am hungry, and dammit, your shitty attitude will not keep me from eating shwarma in The Year of Me!
The Year of Me will also involve me actually doing activities i enjoy, instead of just thinking about them. i would like to take a dance class or three. maybe tap, because i like noise and also my feathered pillbox hat would be darling. or maybe bellydance, or a burlesque class, so i can wear pasties and sequins and also sequined pasties. you know, more than i already do.
i’m also going to continue to knit. and sew. and maybe show a little more here of what I do, so that when the time comes (and lo! it is coming) you can help me launch my line of bags and fun handcrafted whoosiewhatsies and snorfblatts. collect them all!
the most important “resolution” for this Year of Me is this: no sex in ’07. how is this different from ’06 you ask? the reason. in ’06 i had some sex, and then i had less, and soon after that i had none— because i fell out of love. in ’07 there will be no sex because i am in love once again; i love how much more of myself i have become of late, and i want to see how much more i can be. i like my life. i love my friends. i don’t need any distractions, and since i have a history of falling into relationships and staying in them well past their expiration date, this year, the only hand in my pants will be my own. and that’s ok.
2007 will be sex free, but chock full of knitting. and dating in LA stories. and crane kicks when those losers try to kiss me. i’m going to shake my ass a little, and glue sequins all over myself for fun. rhinestones, too. and maybe some brightly colored feathers. because in order to truly appreciate myself, the outside is going to have to match the inside completely.