It appears another year has come and gone off the calender. 2010 in review: six in one, half a dozen in the other. It could be classified either way. Honestly, I don't think I can sum up the whole year using words. If I had any artistic inclinations I might be able to whip up a masterpiece or two - but alas, I am still inept in that area of talent.
Normally I can yammer on about myself for hours on this platform but lately I've felt that too many people know too much about me. I rarely have a secret concerning myself, I don't care to keep them. It is the open book concept - in a way. Over sharers Unite. But now there is a blip in that theory: I have to censor myself here and there out of respect for others. AKA: fake.
I am not loving this realization. Possibly I am being too hard on myself or perhaps I am just facing the fact that all this constant posting about the mundane and the not so monotone isn't always the best idea. I'm sure there is a New Year's resolution in there somewhere.