I can't necessarily believe that I haven't posted anything in more than a year, but since my horoscope says that my "biggest year in over a decade begins this month", and because I've just cleaned most of the apartment, I wanted to just sit and write.

I know irrefutably that it affects somehow your mental state to force yourself to write.  Is that the reason for which 2010 was so ... jumbled up and bereft of meeting?

To do a quick recap:
  • I moved back to Brooklyn.  I found a job at Google that sounded perfect on paper - but not without having gained 10 pounds over the course of 3 months of unemployment.  
  • I reconnected with friends old and new.  I hung out a ton with Scott.
  • I went food shopping.  I decorated my apartment and tried to lose those 10 pounds.
  • I bought a Kindle and started reading a ton more.

When I apply a discerning and disciplined eye to that year of life in those 4 bullet poinds, I find there's very little to be said.  The same could be said of my professional resume.

I'm looking for a new job, less than 12 months later.  And hopefully, something more in my life as well.  There.  Committed to in writing!