I let a lot of stuff go. Some of it was guitars and cars. Some of it was baggage.
Reconnected with some old friends, lost a couple along the way but in both cases, I sleep well at night.
As much as I try to stop it, the Kizanski Revolving Door of Underplayed Guitars keeps spinning around, but that's ok. I got the opportunity for a "Do Over" with my long lost
'78 Black Bastard Sunburst, and crossed another off of my Bucket List in the
Pete5 build/modification, both thanks to Jay murcat. So, some good came out of it.
The rumors of my demise (which I had started) ran their course, and since I was of the opinion that what was desperately missing on the HFC was a healthy dose of ME, I decided on a whim (which is the way I make all decisions in my life) to return. So, to those that have asked me "Why?", the answer is "For YOU!"
And you're welcome.
I got the opportunity to freelance as a writer and was able to sell a few pieces of my nonsense, so the Bucket List has a couple of more things crossed off of it.
A recent hobby has become life-changing and will eventually become a career-changing, or at least something that will supplement my living. Hopefully sooner than later.
We'll see what 2012 brings, but I don't put much stock in New Years or N.Y. Resolutions.
My gym is loaded with people who suddenly, because of a new page on their calendar, have the motivation to make a change in their body, and through that, their life.
I call it The Meeting of the Pretenders With the Contenders (or the Wannabes and the Gonnabes). By about the first week of February, we'll see who's who, but until then I know one thing: Parking spaces will be harder to come by.
What does this have to do with reflections of the past year?
About as much as hanging a new calendar on your wall suddenly changes your life. Very little. But it's a pretty good excuse for a party and I could use one of those.
Be safe, you knuckleheads.