Dear 2010,
The mere fact you’re a twenty-ten, rather than a two thousand something, makes you way cooler than your predecessors. There’s hope. I’m looking forward to you as the year where everything planted grows and rejoices under the sun. I’ve worked hard, this past year, to assess and improve. Come on, 20/10, you’re space, you’re time, so I ask you this: will you support my endeavors by being solid as gold whatever I’m doing, whether I’m writing, parenting, meditating, exercising, laughing, thinking, dancing, loving? There’s a little bit of David Bowie in me… I love time as much as it scares me. You’re my year to conquer all fears.
Mad Love,
MN
February 13th, 2010 at 9:05 pm
thank you for the late 2009 and the two first of 2010! Always great to read you! So many things resonate though can not express them the so great way you do! All the best to you for 2010 my dear Mano! love always. Mat