2007 was one of the best years of my life. What a shame that it was so boring.

I've been wondering why life has become so whitewashed lately, like a once-favorite shirt that's been washed a few too many times. Maybe 35 is the age when one finally has seen everything at least once, and anything that can happen is a repeat. I guess I have yet to experience marriage and the birth of a child, which everyone seems to say is two of the best things a lifetime can offer, but somehow that all seems like a lot of work.

I don't know if I'd want 2008 to be a difficult but rewarding year over another successful but colorless one. I've had a lot of the former and I think I'm over it. Part of the greatness of the past year is how in stride I responded to any good fortune, as if the experience of dealing with all the crappy things in other years taught me to not make any sudden moves at all, even in celebration.