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It should be no suprise that 2009 whipped by like Usain Bolt on speed. My final Facebook status for the year said "Someone pressed >>FFWD on my 2009 mix tape... somewhere around the "June" track." But I'm over it. Its a new year. No point in masturbating over the fact that 2009 was what it was.

2010 didn't start out as much. I didn't really even make any resolutions. Although in the last few days I have slowing begun crafting some plans. As always, I have the good intention to simplify my life. To wit, just today I refrained from purchasing the beautiful Michael Kors Sloan boots that are featured for 60% off at 6PM.com. Roll your eyes if you must but this is a huge step for me. I had them in the shopping cart. I took them out. I put them back in. Then I remembered I'm actually broke. Shush. It totally counts as fulfilling my simplification resultion if I didn't actually buy them. Update (1/19/10): Ok, so I have an incredibly weak constitution and I will NEVER learn. The boots went on sale for 75% off. So I bought them. They arrived today and I don't like them afterall. I'm returning them and will be out about $20 in shipping. Bad Stephanie! Bad!

Most importantly I'm committed to writing and creating this year. No excuses. No big dreams. Just down and dirty work. I can do it. I know I can, I just need an attitude adjustment about it. For all of 2009 (and most of 2008 for that matter) I dreamed about the "perfect project" and then whined about being too busy to execute. But, I write and create because I NEED to. Because its my purpose. And I have gotten derailed. To wit, I feel purposelessness. And no one likes that. Especially me.

The dull, barfy, douchey stuff I write for work and the utter void of creativity in my life can't continue to sustain me. Its not fair and I simply won't stand for it. I do have to admit that I get a little spark everytime a certain salesperson tells me the edits I make to his sales letters have resulted in something spectacular. But I will never be a copywriter. My soul won't allow it.

And finally, I will refrain from peppering my musings with things like "to wit...." Starting... now.