Corner Office

There is an obscene amount of drafts full of half sentences and partial thoughts saved on this blog. Never posted, never completed. I've lost my voice somewhat these past few months, not sure how or why or when...but, I do know one thing: this photo is perfect.

The set up is what I want in my room more than anything. A chair with a view out a window -- a window at the perfect height to look down on the people bustling about below, or to look up, up, up at the sky and the stars. There must be a book -- in fact, there will be many books -- hot chocolate, a candle for ambiance, a blanket, and hopefully someday a dog.

I've been on the hunt for the perfect arm chair with no luck. There is a corner in my room next to the window I have been reserving for a happy situation such as the one pictured above. A situation where I can curl up with a book on those dark days of winter or lounge with my feet up on those sunny summer days. I'll find it, that chair, and it'll go in that quiet corner. It will be the corner office of my evenings.

The peace and tranquility of such a set up is likely a metaphor for my state of mind. Yes, it's true, my mind has been in a dither these last few months and has been too preoccupied to realize just how much it needs some peace and quiet...to be still for just a bit. And it might be true that I have not been writing here much because a) I've been busy and b) it's a form of avoidance. Though I do love writing, it's been quite difficult lately. The avoidance from writing is much like how I avoid, at all costs, looking at photos from my travels. Dramatic, I know, but if I give myself time and brain power to look and remember those times, I find myself getting sad and, if given too much time, longing to be back there.

Not healthy to live in the past. So, I'm looking forward. The 2012 shall be about doing. It shall be about proactivity and setting goals. I've already got some things in the works...we'll see how they go. Last year was so much about reacting to and learning from things I couldn't control; I learned a lot, but it was exhausting. So now I'm going to, in the words of Thoreau, live the life I've imagined.

How's that for an obligatory and typical New Year's post?

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