2009

The Death of the last year provides opportunity for a new one to waltz into it's perfectly choreographed position on the calendar. Though 2008 was a year of awakening, a year of exploration, I step into a new January in hopes of fulfilling 2009's potential.
In a stride to fulfill my aspirations of the new year, I have decided to document daily life and meek musings through two of my passions: writing and photography. Since I wish to write for a living (in some manner [a manner not yet discovered]), I think this should serve to help hone my skills. (Note: This journal is not here for scrutiny, but observation and improvement.)

It seems safe to say that, despite the vignetted nostalgia to come, 2008 left America full of tarnished souls. Our economy was broken and the white noise of two wars droned on— and people suffered. Not just financially, but socially, even spiritually; The funeral dirges of lost dreams always seemed to have a humming eminence when deep in conversation. Yet we are moving forward, running lumber downstream, slowly and systematically rebuilding charred cities. We implemented a hope, a surviving dream, to lead us in recovery.
Now we see if dreams can come true.