my cup runneth over, as would my eyes if i weren't too full

i met, i acted, i kissed, i sang, i cried, i wallowed, i worked, i yelled, i fired on all cylinders, i collapsed in exhaustion, i slept, i dreamt, i awoke, i read, i watched, i travelled, i smiled, i laughed uproariously, i wrote, i gazed, i met again, i embraced, i held, i kissed again, i fell, i recovered, i fought, i surrendered, i grew, i folded my arms, i loved, and through it all, i danced the soles of my feet to the point that my tarsals and metatarsals are now showing. it even hurts to put shoes on.

how do you ring out the old when you know that some of the old is resurfacing, and might possibly play an upper hand in the new? how do you send volcanoes on their way? how do you make resolutions when you can't think of any, and yet know that there are bigger goals than that for you to achieve? how do you forget some things and remember others, if everything was intertwined? how do you say goodbye to the most dynamic year of your life thus far?

with a bang, of course.

this is the kind of year i dreamt of living. maybe not with the exact events in which it unravelled, but it's been the year of most change in my entire life thus far. this was the year of experience. this was a year so full i can hardly think about it without feeling that sentimental tug on that perpetually-working muscle. this is the year i will reference many a time, the year i will draw the most wisdom from (as far as lessons learned). the year that shaped my face, shaped my body, chopped my hair, smoothed and thickened my skin, brightened my eyes, and sharpened my mind and soul. i leave heavy footprints in my wake and prepare to shake the earth with more. i cannot believe how many lives have come into mine and waved their hands in the smoke of it and forever altered it. even harder for me to believe is the number of lives to which i might have done the same.

i should be able to drink a glass of champagne to it, but because champagne is disgusting and i don't drink, i'll raise any glass, as long as i can smash it on something to christen the old year and welcome the new.

good-bye, two-thousand-and-nine, year of changes. hello two-thousand-ten, year of changes to come. here's to hoping in every minute of it.

-d