The Year of Living Awesomely

Leela: "I feel like I just went ten rounds with Mighty Thor."    Fry: "I feel like I was mauled by Jesus."

Man, am I glad 2009 is so over.  And now I'm one week down in my little Messianic gge (as someone named Bob just reminded me).  That's right for a whole week now I've been the same age Jesus might have been probably quite possibly when he was killed.  Wow. Makes you think. Or...wait...it makes me think.  At 33 he sort of founded a religion, was persecuted hence beginning a legacy that resulted in millions and millions of people believing in love, peace on earth and some of them for some reason believing that dudes shouldn't marry other dudes, or goats 'cause that's like the same thing.  What have I done in the last 33 years?  Holy crap, I only have 51 more weeks to make something frickin' awesome happen.


I guess last year/32 wasn't that bad.  Since February of the Year That Shall Not Be Named I've published like 33 movie reviews in a real live newspaper, made of dead trees and everything.  Dying methods of media are the easiest to break into, you know.  Yeah, it's taken away from writing time for this here blog and I'm not really sure if it's made me a better writer, especially since I know my very patient editor is gonna fax all the crazxy typos.  Get it?  There are typos in that last sentence.

So, I'm facing 2010 head on.  I have a serious case of the ITOFTS's* and I'm going to seriously take advantage of being more sober more of the time.  That's totally what Jesus would do if he were me.  I'm going to read a lot, watch good movies, avoid bad television (got rid of cable, so that one is easy) and I'm going to write my ass off to a better me.  Watch out world, me at 33 is gonna kick your ass. I figure it's my duty to make the most of this mortgageless and childless time of my life.  But, then I get to thinking - what if those two components of the American dream never happen for me?  Will I be forced to be kick-ass for the rest of my life?  If you don't leave kids behind to tell people about all the cool stuff you did that nobody noticed, does that mean you might actually have to do cool stuff that a lot of people actually do notice?  Oh, shit, my legacy is toast.  I can here it now, "Here lies Megan, she left behind a lot of unfinished art projects under her bed, some really nice kitchen equipment and a blog that she sort of wrote in sometimes." 

It's super easy to found a religion, right? Damn this 1/3 life crisis.



*I'm Too Old For This Shit, exclusively refers to partying with people younger than yourself and staying out so late that the next day is a total wash and yet the young people are totally fine and have a nice Sunday while you are glued to your couch unable to eat anything except seltzer and supermarket pizza.