new year, less us.

talks of the neeeeeeeeew {channel a daunting, spooky tone} year somehow instantly invite overprojected proposals, overestimations of energy, and impending doom. okay, that's a little dramatic, but you're picking up what i'm putting down, right? for example, i'd like to think that i really did write a letter every week in 2009 like i had resolved, but that's only relatively true if signing my name on my debit card receipts count.


instead of falling prey to the seduction of the advertising world's {or your own!}  new year/new you gimmicks, why not leave something behind, instead? fear of economic instability, blaming yourself or others for you-forgot-what, a nasty little habit, a tendency towards resentment... whatever it is, may the wayside engulf it and our journey into 2010 start off a little lighter.