Self Portrait of the Artist at the Close of the Year

366 days. 4,392 hours. Countless laughter. Countless tears. 3 journals. 1 new tattoo. 5 new songs. 1 album recorded (8 tracks, due out early 2009).

1 orange fluffy best friend died.

152 arguments with the universe.
[universe 152, Kat 0 ]

A bit stronger.
A bit wiser.
A bit quieter.

Divorce final. Quit smoking. Experienced spontaneous kundalini. Again. Started running. Continued allergy shots. Started dating. Stopped dating. Discovered a secret love of Dave Matthews. Became alarmingly self aware. Experienced endless fucking growth opportunities. Discovered the "right click spell check" trick. Upgraded to phone that goes online and reads email.

The year where the lyrics by Vega-4 made WAY too much sense:

"Life
Is Beautiful.
But it's complicated
And we barely make it..."

Discovered Facebook (addicted) and Twitter (addicted - "thekatdowns" look me up). Finally actually understood that being an artist is actually a good thing. Continued working at a circus. Had a few major "almosts". Met a few celebrities. Composed the score for a play. 1 Sparrows Point reunion show. Rediscovered the woods.

Burst Into:

1. Tears
2. Song
3. Pieces

Took a week off and didn't leave the house. Great birthday party. 3 unfinished self-help books. Was fooled into reading Twilight. Dropped phone in ocean. Saw several old friends. Watched the economy crash. Friends laid off. Boss laid off. Bows on cats. Own dress pants. Hate wearing dress pants... so so much. Got a tall wooden chair- made a world of difference. Started playing acoustic gigs again. Countless psychotic dreams.

Therapy.

Blogging. Fuzzy socks. Homemade bread.


Glad it's almost over.