To cap off a crappy year, which actually ended great, I didn't hit my goal of Godfather. In fact, if I didn't open the Christmas gift during a happy hour, I'd have been even farther away from the goal.
But since my surgery, I've started a project on another site that is dedicated to advancing the local music scene. I am so tired of going to some shows in the local area, North Central IL, and have ten people show up to see some really good bands. And other nights, you go and see a crappy band, and the place is packed. I just want to level the playing fields. And I have time on my hands.
I go back to part time work at the end of January. I won't go back to fulltime until all the snow is gone. I still have fears of stepping wrong, and undoing all the good the surgery has. I'm a sissy, I know.
But I think this year will be a big year. I plan on working lots, ignoring most of my issues, and paying off the doctor's with the money I'm making.
And going out and listening to lots of local music, and writing and photographing them, and making up for all the lost fun of last year.
