I feel that this quote is appropriate going into 2012, for me at least. In the wise words of Dumbledore,
“It does not do to dwell in dreams, and forget to live“
To be honest, I’m going to be glad to have 2011 behind me, even though after loss or change or whatever you want to call it, people usually say ‘the first year is the hardest’
So looking into 2012 is like staring into a loaded gun of what I expect will be a series of painful firsts (first Christmas without my Dad, etc). Maybe a gun is weird imagery to apply here. As if the Roman figure of Cupid had some emo cousin that uses a giant super-soaker instead of a golden bow and then hands you a box of kleenex. What would his name be? How do you say ‘non-waterproof mascara’ in Latin?
I love New Year’s Eve. I love the idea of a fresh start, positive change, and of course the notion of making a to-do list. I’ll share a few goals once I’ve really questioned what I hope to cross off my bucket-list in 2012, things like, for instance; not falling asleep in a Matt Damon movie and using the words ‘colloquial‘ and ‘soporific‘ in as pretentious a manner within casual conversation as my often-sneering lips can muster. Just kidding. There’s no way I can stay conscious through one of Mr. Damon’s films. I’m not going to set myself up for failure.
So for those of you who, like me, have a mix of doubts, fears, plans, and excitement about the coming year, I leave you with this piece of advice found as you can only expect from me, from a poem:
“Do You Have Any Advice For Those of Us Just Starting Out?”
Give up sitting dutifully at your desk. Leave
your house or apartment. Go out into the world.
It’s all right to carry a notebook but a cheap
one is best, with pages the color of weak tea
and on the front a kitten or a space ship.
Avoid any enclosed space where more than
three people are wearing turtlenecks. Beware
any snow-covered chalet with deer tracks
across the muffled tennis courts.
Not surprisingly, libraries are a good place to write.
And the perfect place in a library is near an aisle
where a child a year or two old is playing as his
mother browses the ranks of the dead.
Often he will pull books from the bottom shelf.
The title, the author’s name, the brooding photo
on the flap mean nothing. Red book on black, gray
book on brown, he builds a tower. And the higher
it gets, the wider he grins.
You who asked for advice, listen: When the tower
falls, be like that child. Laugh so loud everybody
in the world frowns and says, “Shhhh.”
Then start again.
I hope that everyone rings in the New Year with optimism, hope, laughter, and energy…..and champagne. May you not live in dreams but let actual life be the dream. Cheers to art, outbursts of dancing, and to you- love from Jess