This past week, being the start to a new year, I published a post over on The Nice Niche about a friend of a friend that completely changed her life by moving to rural Vermont...
"During the spring of 2012, Claire and her husband made the decision take their lives in a different direction. Over a few month period, they got engaged, quit their cushy jobs in Boston, bought a house in Vermont without knowing a soul in the state, and moved to the country to see about a more peaceful, sustainable life."
The post was something that I've been looking forward to... Lately it seems that my interests have become more "organic" than ever before -- Not only did I spend the later part of 2013 recovering from an unexpected back injury, I learned how to knit (and I'm a total snob about it), became kind of obsessed with the trend of salvaged materials and furniture, and I also worked with an architect on the redesign of our Long Island home, which is going to be rebuilt over the next couple of months. On the HELM of major changes, and yes, I do realize that most if not all injuries come in unexpected packages --- I looked North to Claire and her Little Dog Blog and Vintage Etsy store -- how do we make major life decisions without upsetting the balance of power that is our everyday reality? I still have questionable eating habits, fyi, You don't have to ask. But how fabulous is the idea of leaving it all behind? Or at least simplifying things... We'd have to take the kids with us, I suppose.
2013 was a really good year. I'm not going to sugar coat that statement with any big "BUTS" although I could have done without Bill De Blasio.... I don't suppose there's anything you can do about that for me, is there?
Even my back injury had me singing 'Even STE--EE--V-EENNN' in my best Steven Tyler moment... Because it forced me to get into shape. Okay. Whatever. Try to get into shape... Or at least go to the gym and a class or two.. Or, Okay, Have my ass handed to me a few days per week while the 2 year old pretended to hate her playgroup. At least I found my abs. How about that? Other things notable that didn't suck were the beach, the beach and oh, that other beach... The adoption of a beach buggy which should be making it's debut later on in 2014 and the consideration that uniforms and Catholic school rock the proverbial Casbah (sorry -- just heard an amazing interview with remaining Clash members—a caller weighed in on how kids these days only associate The Clash with 'Rock the Casbah' and was then obliterated and beheaded as I nearly drove off the rode "oh go blow over and kiss that Justin Bieber's arse would ya!?!"). Yes. It was a good year.
2014 holds more for us than a new beach buggy, new HOUSE, potty training and other fun times like my 39th year... For example, you won't catch me saying Two Thousand Fourteen. Nope -- I'm going old school with "Twenty Fourteen". We didn't say One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ninety Nine, did we? Aren't we tired of wasting our time? I also recently read that 2014 is going to be the year that everyone notices that Blogs are dead....
DEAD. As in.. cease to exist. Well, maybe. Isn't associating a falling trend with DEATH a little harsh? And while I've always liked the veteran blogger, Kottke -- I think he might be taking things a little too seriously. They might be going away, slooooowly, but can't we give them some props?
This is the internet, peeps. A place where sharing is the MOST POPULAR THING TO DO. I mean WHATEVS, even my parents joined Facebook this year (don't deny it Dad). It's this amazing place where we can say and share (almost) anything you want. You can even take pictures while lying blindly on your side at 6am when you should still be asleep, not consider the fabulousness of your actions, and then post them for the world to see, INSTANTLY.... Only to be reminded of such post later in the day by KELLY, who shines the light of great in your direction to which you can only boldly exclaim "I WIN!". The POWER of REALIZATION.
And you know what, I wouldn't be so in tune with my sharing self had it not be for the mighty BLOG and the power of SHARING. Twenty Fourteen my friends. The time has come to talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax...deserted blogs and enviable barns in rural Vermont... But before I get ahead of myself... Happy New Year.... Hopefully we'll have more time this year to prolong the life of blogs and the more interesting people of the world that drop it all to seek out their dreams... If you need me, I'll be finding time to blog... while filming the next great Hitchcock in my living room and knitting like a Mother F***er. ... Peace.