Wednesday, December 31, 2014


Well, here we are again, folks. The threshold of another year. And while "here we are again" sounds weary, it's anything but for me. I've got a charming reminder that new years aren't promised, so each one is, if not an achievement, at least a gift.

I haven't blogged much this year, and that's a good thing; it means there hasn't been much to report. My vision remains much the same, and the tumor has even continued to shrink a bit. I still get regular injections in my eye, which still make me feel a little badass, but less so since my company in the waiting room is usually a bunch of eighty year olds in floral prints and track suits. I'm sure they're totally badass on the INside, though.

Recently, some mild and diffuse symptoms in my left eye (the good one) made me paranoid that I was going to lose my ability to write and read and drive, which made me a tiny bit hysterical. Dr. M., bless his heart, arranged for me to be seen yesterday to make sure everything was okay, which it was. So I also get the gift of starting the new year with an extra assurance of good eye health.

As one does, I've been thinking of resolutions. In recent years, I've been keeping the resolutions simple, often just one word. "Ask" has been a recent favorite, and it's been upgraded to an operating principle. I'm branching out a bit this year to longer, but low-pressure resolutions, like "wear more colored socks." Almost all my socks are black because it's just more work than I can bear in the morning to match  my top to what's on my feet. But I'm going to really put myself out there this year, fashionwise, with blue and red and green and pink. Perhaps the occasional stripe. I'll let you know when my Vogue cover is scheduled to hit newsstands.

Other resolutions will be, perhaps, less visible on a day to day basis, but more important:
In six words: Open mind, close mouth, reserve judgment.
In five words: Wait. More will be revealed.
In four words: Sit down and write.
In three words: Walk every day.
In two words: Fear not.
In one word. Connect.

Happy New Year, y'all. And many more. Let's make it count.