To all my friends and family, I wish you all a happy and healthy 2009!
Cheers! Prost! Kampai! Na Strovya! Salud! L’chaim! And of course ‘Genatzt!’ to all our Armenian friends.
I’d like to say that I’m filled with hope. I’d like to dance a jig to the possibility of tomorrow. I’d like say I’m looking bravely forward as the current cast of evil fucks are booted from the White House and a crew of capable people move in. But I can’t.
2009 will be a cleaning year. That’s right. No whining! Get out your scrub brushes and your vacuum cleaners. The NeoCons have left our country in a shambles and we have to clean it up. It’s going to mean higher taxes, fewer public services and stagnant salaries. We will have to move the sofa and pick up all those stale crumbs of failure. The pool will be drained and sanitized. New paper will be placed in all the cupboards.
We won’t have the luxury of laying about eating bon-bon’s and reading Oprah’s Crappy Book of the Month selection. We need to pay down debt, renew our friendships, rebuild our infrastructure and wipe that schmutz off the windows.
The Obama asked us to work together and make some sacrifices. I voted for him, so I guess I gotta.
This is what I’m going to do:
1) Pay off my car early. No more debt!
2) Find some secondary income – do something!
3) Volunteer. I haven’t dedicated myself to a non-profit in years.
So, what will you do? Let me know. Even if it’s vague, insignificant or selfish. I’d love to hear it.
2009 will be like cleaning the garage. The prospect sounds awful, the work itself is dreary, but the result lifts you up and makes the whole process seem rewarding.