The End of the Decade and Other Projects

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Hello loyal reader. Are you still here? I understand that 2019 saw few blog posts here, but that is only because early on this year evolved into The Year of Completion. This was great growth. As a younger person I knew how to complete things; essays in college, cross country races and, miraculously, college. And then I thought, “Finishing is boring! It’s so much more fun to have ideas.” So I started millions of projects and became a very eclectic, hyphenated person for a couple of decades. I thought of myself as a free spirit. It sounds better than “flake.” And then one day, I realized that another word for “boring” is “challenging.” At which point I wanted to bail. Blogs and jokes are short, no presh at all!

But adulthood asks only for follow through, if nothing else. Pay the bill. Go to the doctor. Make the decision. One day, I came to the realization that the beginning a new project, much like starting a new relationship, is the fun part. Like people who jump from relationship to relationship, I jumped from project to project, never married or committed, always “open” to the next thing. But the only cure for “Pure Aeternus” (latin for “eternal child”), also known as ‘Peter Pan’ syndrome, usually attributed to men, is to follow through to the bitter end. And so, as I reach the end of this decade, I did my my best hobble to the finish line of hobbies or avocations entered into with the enthusiasm of the untried. I looked at what I had started, stopped, started, bailed on or forgotten and decided to see it through. This year saw the release of my album “A Journey of Self Discovery,” (8 years in the making) the surprise publication of my play “Changes In The Mating Strategies of White People” (9 years) and, the real monster, the self-publication of my book, “Salsa Chica: How I Learned To Dance Salsa And Avoid Real Life, which I began 12 year ago.

It’s hard to care too much about ones silly little projects. Especially, when the world crumbles around you. I never saw so many homeless people in my neighborhood as I have in the past six moths. Like any sane democrat, I don’t know if we will continue to have a sociopath in the White House, or if capitalism will morph into fascism. Nonetheless, the book is done.

Stay tuned.