Dona E. Bowens

New Year, New Me is so tired. I’m embracing New Year, Old Me. Part of becoming the Old Me means getting back to walking. If my destination is less than a mile away, I can walk it like I used to back in…you know where. The New Old Me has discovered that within 10 minutes I can walk to the neighborhood bar. And it’s a good, old-fashioned dive bar with none of that IPA shit. Everything on the menu at the bar has been fried and can be eaten with your fingers. My kind of place.

The New Old Me has rediscovered that there will always be another job and that any job I have is meant to support my bohemian tendencies—writing, eating, collab-ing with other creatives. I’m currently looking for a job in which my boss DOES NOT call me during my vacation to talk about bullshit that can wait until after vacation. I’m in the market for a job in which my boss DOES NOT send out an email on December 1st about signing up for a seminar that took place on November 16th. I read an interesting quote recently that said: People don’t leave jobs, people leave bosses. Amen to that.

The Muse has been in residence with the New Old Me. I cancel plans and ignore the phone to commune with the Muse, my keyboard and my imagination and I remember what brings me joy in this world. I will create my world as I want to live in it, because otherwise, what’s the point of it all?