Hell yea, bring it on. 2009 was my buck up cowboy year. Be a man, deal with some real shit, all of that. Dislocate shoulder snowboarding, first big taxes boo-boo, mis-carriage, launch of the biggest project of my life, Home Skillet Fest, The Big California Road Trip, move into the first official We the Media headquarters, sell house, become homeless, watch my sister get married in Mexico, move into new home as a renter, finish purchase of new home, Holidays – fairly reclusive through it all, fairly exhausted.
Every year, I try to work smarter – in 2010 I hope to be able to just work. It seemed like 2009 was the year of distracting and unwelcome personal stuff. Super stoked for a clean slate, a new decade, and the potential of doing it big in my thirtieth year. I’ve got a great team and great relationships with the folks I work with, excited for what the future holds.
Also noticing a trend in my life towards being more family-oriented. My family has been through a lot this year and it’s done nothing but bring us closer. While the obstacles have been difficult, I am grateful for the bonds we’ve strengthened. And always, I am grateful for the support of D. She battles the world every day and does her part to make it better for every life she touches, so proud of her. I think 2010 will be big for her.
My 2010 Predictions
It wouldn’t be a New Year’s post without some predictions, and in the spirit of keeping it geeky, here are five:
- Apple will release a big touchscreen device of some sort, my colleagues and I will flock to it. The rest of the world will follow in 2011.
- Twitter will not sell out to a bigger company (I hope)
- IE6 will finally join IE5.5 on the lists of browsers we don’t care about.
- SXSWi will showcase a new digital service that will blow up, just like Twitter in 2006, we’re due.
- Google will officially become the new Microsoft – tons of services with loosely defined connections and no real direction, will remain insanely profitable.
Mmm, can already smell that claim chowder cookin’. Happy New Year suckas.
