01/01/2010 Thanks a lot, Muse
To all my friends and family, I wish you a very happy new year! I hope you have all had a wonderful holiday season.
I have not made many blog posts lately, and sadly it is because my Muse took a December holiday without informing me first. So rude. You see, my Muse typically makes numerous appearances to me throughout a typical week, secretly whispering to me as I walk to the train or stare at my computer screen at work. She tells me, "why don't you write about this? !" to which I reply, "You know, Muse, that's a good one! " Then we ponder the topic over the course of a few hours before sitting together by the laptop and beginning to type.
But then, without warning, she left me all alone and with a very busy and stressful work schedule and a laundry list of pre-Christmas to-do's. I mean, no wonder I've had so few blog posts! I am now sitting here on the first day of the year, looking about my new apartment that is finally feeling like home, and hoping that my Muse will return from her sojourn so that we can get back to work.
Even with my missing Muse, I've been doing some thinking about the 2000's, and all that this decade has given me. I don't think I will have another ten years as heavily influential on my life as this past one (and no, that's not me being pessimistic and cryptic. I am thoroughly looking forward to the many years ahead, have no worries). At the turn of Y2K, I was a college newbie, and in these ten years I chose and developed my career, met and married my husband, moved out of my home state, and experienced a glorious resolution to a family crisis. With all of this reflection, I expect myself to be feeling pretty darn good about my present life. I am very grateful.
But I am also incredibly stressed about my job. I am drowning in work no matter how many hours I work each day, as I scramble to minimize the "to do" list that increases faster than my ability to check a task as done. It. . just. . sucks. Which is why I depend so much on my Muse to get me through. And for her to have left now, well, it is just incredibly inconsiderate. When she does return, I will try to not become angry with her. I will pour us a drink and allow her to put her feet up. And when she feels a tickle of inspiration to pass along to me, I will accept it with the sincerest appreciation.
