Au Revoir, 2009...

Wow. 2009. I can't really believe that it's over. I guess now is when I recap on the year, isn't it?
You know, 2009 was really hard for a lot of people, and I definitely had some low moments, but all together, it was a pretty good year.
For a look back on my year, just check out this video:



Happy New Year, everybody!

CAA (Chipotle Addicts Anonymous)

I would just like to share and acknowledge a little addiction of mine.

The Chipotle Burrito. Isn't it beautiful? Isn't it lovely? It isn't even unwrapped and my mouth is watering. 

Chipotle. The best burrito joint in the world. It's like...Subway for Mexican fare, in that you select the ingredients you want in your personalized meal. My pick is chicken, rice, corn, guacamole, mild salsa, rice, and black beans in the warmed tortilla. OH. MY. GOD. I NEED ONE RIGHT NOW. Burritos at chipotle are cumbersome, heavy, and messy...but so delish.

A dear friend of mine shares this addiction, and we take many trips to the Godly restaurant. Our next excursion is planned for Friday. Lunch at Chipotle. The first Chipotle run of the year. The first Chipotle run of the decade. I can't wait. Hopefully this time he won't drop our food spectacularly on the floor like he did on our first ever trip. Hilarious, but unfortunate.

My Crossroads

I’ve reached that point. I’m sure it won’t be the last time I’m at this point, but I’m there. Mom calls where I’m at a “crossroads”, but I call it being screwed up in the head. Who am I? What am I passionate about? What am I good at? What am I going to be and who am I going to become? More importantly, who am I becoming? My whole life has been a series of “ifs”. If I wear this, then I’ll do that. If I do this, then I’ll think that. If I think that, then I’ll be that kind of a person…you see where I’m going with this? And all the while, I sit and ponder and never actualize on anything. Is it out of fear or just laziness, or worry about what others will think? Not anymore. 3 days from now it will be a whole new year. Two thousand and ten. A new year, a new outlook on who I can be. And I refuse to live a life of “ifs” anymore. 2010. The year of the "when". So buckle up and enjoy the ride, because I will become the person I have always wanted to be, have always BEEN inside, but have never had the balls to become. It’s happening. And quite frankly, I’m excited.

This blog is named Taking The Water after a poem by Friedrich Holderlin. It reads:

“oh friend, we arrived too late. The divine energies

     Are still alive, but isolated above us, in the archetypal world.

They keep on going there, and, apparently, don't bother if

     Humans live or not... that is a heavenly mercy.

Sometimes a human's clay is not strong enough to take the water;

     Human beings can care the divine only sometimes.

What is living now? Night dreams of them. But craziness

     Helps, so does sleep. Grief and Night toughens us,

Until people capable of sacrifice once more rock

     In the iron cradle, desire people, as the ancients, strong enough for water.

In thunderstorms it will arrive. I have the feeling often, meanwhile,

     It is better to sleep, since the Guest comes seldom;

We waste our life waiting, and I haven't the faintest idea

     How to act or talk... in the lean years who needs pots?

But poets as you say are like the holy disciple of the Wild One

     Who used to stroll over the fields through the whole divine night”

He wrote that in 1803. But here I am, 207 years later, and I’m about to find out whether my clay is strong enough to carry the water that’s been welling up within me for a long, long time.