Oh. Good morning, 2010.
New years was a blast. I feel I played my hand well—drank only to where I wanted to be (and stayed there the rest of the evening), socialized a little with all the different groups, reconnected with one of my best friends, and seemingly made some pointless progress in an equally pointless pursuit.
Pointless, yeah. Meaningless? I don’t think so. There may not be the typical meaning most people infer from such pursuits, but a chase, a smile, the feeling like you might be moving in some direction. It’s a good thing.
Maybe it is more like art for art’s sake. Trying your luck, genuinely putting yourself out there while having a good time—all just because you can, for the sake of possibility. Nothing needs to have earth shattering meaning. Nothing more needs to happen. Lightning flashes of dark eyes; dazzling toothy grins coaxed out from behind all too inviting lips; the comforting familiarity of a hand instinctively searching out your own, holding tightly for just a few moments, as you both fall asleep on top of the covers with your shoes on.
That is all it needs to be.
I’d be a filthy liar to say I wouldn’t want more. But, right now, where I am, it’s enough. When properly appreciated, its more than enough.
