This crazy world called life

Current psychological latitude: gratitudinal.

(Current linguistic attitude: I will fuck with you with love in my heart, language, baby. Now and forever.)

2012 hasn’t been an easy year — christ almighty, just the opposite — and I’ve undergone some significant changes. Some of those have been internal changes — metaphysical ones, I mean, altho’, as it happens, physical ones too — and some have been changes to external parts of my life. They’ve all been big and the various transitions have challenged me considerably. The year’s been catalysing, that’s for sure, with travel, ill health, changed family circumstances, and a new job in an industry heretofore entirely foreign to me, driving me to make reconsidered choices about how I live my life — the life inside my head and the life outside it too. (Interestingly, creatively, 2012′s been mostly great. There’s been sadness about a juicy collaborative project that seemed to have stalled permanently but maybe hasn’t, after all, but fulfillment with another collaboration, happily completed, and something pretty close to joy over a long-haul solo undertaking that is both difficult and delicious, just the way I like.)

Twelve months ago, I couldn’t have foreseen any of the events of 2012, with the exception of the child leaving home for university. I thought I mostly knew the course my life would take but everything got topsy-turvied and I was smashed and crashed around and I decided to acquiesce, to relax into the buffeting maelstrom and enjoy the ride as much as possible, and oh my darlings, the goodness you can find when you let the unfoldings unfold as they must.

That’s just how things go in this crazy world called life.