My parents can be goofy. With them, for as long as I can remember the phrase "Happy New Year" has more often than not been proclaimed as "Happy You Near".
Silly, I know.
This funny word turn around strikes a particular chord with me this year. As far as resolutions go I'm not aiming for a clear cut result this time around. I am aiming for an awareness of self. I have a hard time not rolling my eyes on the prior sentence because of the way that it sounds. On the one hand I emote a particularly purposeful "too cool for school", punk rock, f authority attitude and on the other I am intensely spiritual, faithful, superstitious and all around earth mother tree goddess hippie. It goes with the overwhelming dichotomy that is my existence. Roman Catholic by rearing, half of a set of boy and girl twins by birth, opposing internal and external forces by circumstances and overwhelmingly fascinated and terrified by the world outside of my very dwelling place. I often feel like I am two different people.
So, I fear that writing this blog and maybe other outlets of mine may not survive the long term. I am writing less about the "issues" and more about the author. But, at this point I don't know what the future holds.
This Feminist has a resolution of figuring out the You in Her and simultaneously learning to keep that you near.
Happy 2012.
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