Riding the Slipstream

The festive season has come and gone and life carries on exactly where it left off in December last year. Do I sound cynical? Nah, I just have a gift for stating the obvious. The Christmas tree and tinsel are neatly packed away in boxes for another year. Suddenly the house seems empty and ordinary. Why would that be? The build-up to Xmas and New Year is a recently forgotten memory. For almost two weeks life was one big party of juvenile (delinquent) silliness, of living large and more hang-overs than I care to remember. The problem is that I do remember and in true chitty fashion I went into complete overdrive. “Do whatever you do well… and when you happen to fuck things up… well, make sure you do a good job of that too” [wink, wink] I have kissed and shaken hands with more relatives and friends than I care to remember. My only regret is that I did not have more sex. A very strange thing to say, I know, given all that has happened, but I guess my needs are simple in an almost primal sense. I would easily have traded all the gifts, parties, revelry and running around for a little more “us time” with the gf. I guess I must be growing old. I have not made any New Year’s resolutions. What’s the use when they are gong to be broken anyway? One can never predict what the year ahead has in stall and resolutions, noble and well-intended as they may be, may be nothing more than wishful thinking. I have always relied on my ability to adapt and play it by ear so to speak. I have set a few goals for 2006 and I reckon that is as good start as any. I had a brief moment of profoundness (lucidity, perhaps?) when the clock struck 12 on 31 December, but that moment quickly disappeared along with the Martini I was holding in my hand. I thought to myself: "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." Profound counsel indeed! But then I started to ponder what this would really mean to me. Does it mean that my life up till now had been frivolous and meaningless and contributed little or nothing to whom I am? Is there even such a thing as the rest of your life? We only have one life each. It is a continuous line and who, what and where we are today is a culmination of all that has gone before. There is no magic switch to throw, I’m afraid. Sure, you can make life-changes, but the past is always there and will always influence the present. ‘Twas at that point that my friend Brad came over and casually said, “Oh, I see your glass is empty. Here, let me get you another” And just like that (clickety-click) the moment was gone and there was once again a party to enjoy and a crowd to please. It has been a while since my last post, but I reckon that I can be forgiven for not having the time or the inclination to sit in front on my computer and tap dance with the keys on the keyboard. So... without much further ado, let me wish all of my blogfriends and readers; A wonderful and joyous 2006! I wish you much love and happiness, buckets of success, tip loads of laughter and may each day, all 365 of them, bring you closer to fulfilling your dreams and heart’s desires. Count your blessings and live each day like it is all you’ve got and if that doesn’t do it for you… well do as I would do and make someone else’s life a misery. (Hahaha… it is true what they say, misery loves company!). I joke about the last bit of course, but I think you get the gist of it. Peace out!