Happy new year. I hope you’re well, friends. If I haven’t seen lately you, please know that I miss you. The feelings that arise when I recognize that we are almost two years into this pandemic are many and complex, but mostly, there is a lot of sadness. There certainly have been beautiful gifts during this time, but many, many losses. I hope that yours have not been too many.
I love this time of year. I love resolutions because they are an opportunity to reflect and revise. Looking back, my first post here was on August 3, 2008. A lifetime ago. I can’t remember if I was calling it MAB libs yet. I was living in New York, working two restaurant jobs, and about to start temping at Goldman Sachs. Maybe I was auditioning. Maybe I was already over it. It was a different time, and I was a different person.
Back when I started it, everyone was blogging, so many of my friends. Now, no one is blogging. It’s all podcasts, baby. (And you thought radio was dead.) Why did I start blogging? I think I started because the portal I was using for my old performance website had a blogging feature, and it seemed like the thing to do, a creative outlet. But honestly, I don’t remember why. And now, 13 years later, I don’t know why I’m still here. I haven’t really written anything in about five years. I used to feel like I had something to say, but I haven’t felt that way in a long time. Did I lose a piece of myself along the way? Am I here to try to recover it? Maybe.
Anyway, as my sister Sarah said, “2022–here’s to
the best year yet a pretty good year.”