I say amen to that bruva!
2008 was a bitch. It really never let up, at least not for me. I learned a lot and noticed after all that I made a lot fewer mistakes than I have in the past although there was something of a doozy along the way. But otherwise, I can hold my head up. Once again no regrets...it's the third year running that I can say that. Last year I lived to my own beat and wasn't ashamed or confused at the end of it all. I moved on through.
There was the brush with (and adjustment to) poverty, readjusting to the majority and the work-a-day world (part-time at least), the Tempest Ikechukwu, and realizing my own power and ability to stand up for myself.
I learned that the strength and power of art is mine if I care to harness it. I was captivated unlike never before, by the possibility of Black Love and reminded how sweet it can be and how much it can sting, courtesy of a man with smooth dark skin the color of molasses and a voice so deep that, oooh, let me stop....
Anyway, I have plans for 2009. The world is mine, well, always, but in 2009, I'm going to get back to living like I mean it.