The snow is shrinking, receding back; like a plague that knows it cannot win. Its New Year’s Eve. I am very excited about 2009. My goal is for each year to be better than the last… then I think about that and I don’t like the comparison that happens. I want each subsequent year to be an expansion of the preceding ones. As if last year was a spring board, like when you’re playing Super Mario and leaping up to the highest platform and you’re on those flowers that sink if you stand on them too long. Life is kind of like that, actually, we have but a moment to enjoy each moment and when too long is spent stagnant or in the past, we become trapped and fall.

2008 has been an incredible growth year for me… highest highs and lowest lows, to be cliche about it. I am certain about things I wasn’t certain of before. 2009 is the year of the artist for me… my artist rising, and that is thrilling.