So it's about an hour before I board my plane and I'm sitting here in the Tampa Airport terminal, my laptop connected to an outlet providing the power to the outlet of thoughts as I contemplate how this year's gone for me with one more full day left in the fifth year of the third millennium anno domini (or Common Era for those who don't recognize the whole Almighty thing). Rarely do I wear the watch my parents gave me for my graduation from college but I decided to start in order to try to look a little more professional (nevermind that the people I worked with all thought I was older already). I always wondered if it was real or real fake and someone here said an easy way to tell was whether (tangent: the weather here is pretty damn nice for a late December day) the second hand moved smoothly or it ticked at every second. And that's how I'll describe how my year went. It was real.
I guess that doesn't really make sense but the way I look at it is that it kind of just went by as a blur. I tried thinking back and the whole year kind of melds into one. This differs from last year where I can point to a couple of different events here and there that are more or less significant (e.g. Officially done with school, New Orleans, Summer, Europe, Mexico). Maybe another analogy might be something like, last year was bullet points as opposed to this year's paragraph.
I don't really think it's a bad thing. Perhaps it's just a sign of aging. I read an article about how as you age, time seems to move more quickly. One theory is that because things don't change as often, we don't notice things as much. And I guess this year remained pretty status quo for me. I went back and looked through my blogs and I couldn't find many (there's probably a good number of reasons).
The biggest change has been my occassional business trips. But for the most part, I'm at home. Maybe things are just getting a little more real. I'm slowly assimilating into the real world; I'm going from home-body, jobless, college graduate to a professional, but very slowly. It feels like there should be something more to this year for me but when I look back at it, I don't know how I'd describe it. But then again, I don't know how I'd describe the year before last, or the year before that. Maybe last year was my last kick-ass year. Man. How depressing.
New Year's resolution: Make 2006 a kick-ass year with a bullet.
And lose some damn weight you fat ass.
