It’s late in the evening and I was hoping to be in bed by this point, but sometimes I do have reasons to stay awake. For once it is not procrastination.
Last year, whilst walking to the train station with a friend after finishing work for the day, I said that this year was going to be one in which we were going to work hard. I think that in some ways we did.
There was another gig played. That one was a bit noisier and more “experimental” than the first one last year. Neither myself nor my friend were satisfied with how it went and we’ve both agreed to play again and do a better job once I’ve finished piecing another collection of music together.
Speaking of which, recording a whole lot of stuff to sift through was satisfying. The prospect of sifting through it doesn’t feel like it will be satisfying, but it will be worthwhile in some manner.
Finishing my undergrad science degree probably should feel like more of an achievement than it currently does. Mostly I’m glad that it’s over.
Being able to do more photography in a more “professional” capacity was great. Weaving around a bunch of other photographers at various gigs whilst trying to get acceptable photos is a challenge I’ve been enjoying.
Even though it’s happening slowly, working on Culture Eater and getting a podcast running in conjunction with the other aspects of the site as it slowly grows is something I’ve been enjoying in some manner. It’s another challenge I enjoy.
Moving once more into a more permanent location has led to a greater amount of peace in my life whilst also allowing for a greater deal of trying to be creative.
The move meant that I was able to start growing plants once more. Having a bunch of different plants growing has been quite enjoyable.
That said, some things haven’t been too pleasant, such as falling out with my best friend, dealing with stuff at work that no one should have to deal with, and the bushfires which are a much greater problem than the prior two, but due to my location, far less personal. This is both a good and a bad thing, I think. The fire’s are at a distance so it can sometimes be easy to forget the threat they pose, but quite often I’m thinking about them.
I feel as though I’ve lived almost every day of 2019. It’s been quite long. Even today’s morning feels as though it happened quite a while ago. I’m not sure if this is due to a perceived notion of hardship, or some other reason.
I feel as though I’ve been bragging whilst writing this and maybe it comes off that way. Sometimes I’m not sure why I write these closing posts, but I feel as though it would be odd to not have them.
In any event, tomorrow is an arbitrary marker for a new period of time. I’m not sure what the new year will bring, but I do know that once more I’ll be looking to work hard on that which I want to develop, build and enjoy.
2020? Bring it on.