I figured today marks an event worthy of a little post. Its January 1, 2010. The first day of a new year, a new decade and for me, a new age. I'm never a fan of this time of year. You have to come out of the glorious family-oriented sloth that surrounds Christmas and return to your normal life, and because of the new year (and for me, the new age), this also comes with this frantic anxiety and pressure to one-up yourself and make the new year your most productive yet.
That said, I have to say I'm pretty satisfied with both 2009 and the 2000s in general. 2009 was my first full year out of school, and while that at times proved quite disorienting and confusing, I'm happy with where things headed. The 2000s, well, they aren't exactly easy to sum up. I turned 16 on this day ten years ago. So it was really this massively definitive decade (and kinda the first one that really counted). I hate to say it, but it was the decade of my youth. I fear the 2010s, in which I'll go from 26 to 36, will be the decade where I have to start taking life seriously.
I spent a few days this week going through hundreds of photos I'd stored away in albums, and scanning them initially just for digital keepsakes (I didn't get a digital camera until 2007). Then this weird archival side of me took over and I began obsessively turning all the photos into a giant virtual scrapbook (which you can view here and here).
It was an intensely nostalgic progress. In 2000, I was a chunky, awkward boy living in a small army town and deep in the midst of coming to terms with his sexuality. I cringe at the thought of the headspace I was in back then. And visually witnessing that time evolve into this one via four or five hundred photos is really unbelievable. It put me in this end-of-year/end-of-decade/end-of-age daze that I'm hoping will fade in time for Monday's return to reality. But it also was kind of cathartic, and I'd honestly recommend a similar project to anyone. It really gives you this strong sense of personal evolution as you begin a new chapter.
So anyway... on Monday I'll begrudgingly return to life - and this blog's - regularly scheduled deal. In the meantime, I'm a raising a glass to this guy... and being very, very grateful that ten years later, I hardly know him:
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