"Retro"spect on 2008

"Retro"spect on 2008

Vegas Nights

Everyone begins the year with a list of “New Year’s Resolutions.” Things we say we’re going to change about ourselves, or things we’ve put off doing, in order to grow.

I have the wonderful benefit (or curse) of having been a blogger for over 2 years. Not that I’ve been regularly doing it daily, but enough that I can tell you exactly what was going on when I was writing.

Now, several years ago, I made a resolution to give up resolutions and I haven’t started them back yet. However, to my dismay, I discovered SEVERAL entries where I stated what my next intentions were to better myself. I just didn’t do them on January 1st.

I suppose I’m not truly dismayed at the one entry that jumped out at me, but I did discover I’ve been working on the same things for over two years. AND, I haven’t been doing everything possible to make those things come true. There WAS a third item, and I actually accomplished it…sorta. It was “Moving into a condo so I could focus on traveling and not working on my house.” Well…I DID get to move into the condo temporarily, and it DID lead to me getting an apartment that freed up a ton of money so I could travel. So…that kinda worked. Right?

But the other two…not so much. Except for one I have recently started. These two were:

  1. Begin a writing career
  2. Work on a movie in some capacity

Well, I’ve done some writing off and on, but as of January 1st, I will have a short column in a small local publication (with big dreams). It’s called the MOMster Chronicles. It’s basically for, you guessed it…Moms. They have a new owner who wants to branch out and give moms as much support and information as possible to make life better for their family and themselves. Not sure if it will be online anytime soon, but I believe you can register for it. I’ll post the column the month after they publish. Meanwhile, here’s what they’ve got up for now: http://www.momsterchronicles.com

I’ve also started writing for a new web site that I plan on having humor, information and communal advice when it comes to relationships. The column, I think I’ve mentioned before, will be called “The Single Guy” and be about the misadventures of a single guy trying to find love. It will be based off of many stories I’ve heard from friends as well as some of my own embellished stories. Hope to launch that VERY soon.

As for the movie making business? Well…that’s going to have to wait a bit longer. But let’s just say all the things I’m doing are moving towards giving me resources and time to go that direction as well. I’ve MET and NETWORKED with screenwriters, directors and other film folk. I’ll keep you posted on that as well.

Meanwhile, I’m off to Vegas with Christi via Interstate 40 and a 19 hour drive. We’re heading to a Chocolate business conference that starts at 10:00 a.m. in Vegas. We’re leaving on New Year’s day at 7:00. Our plan is to make it to Flagstaff, AZ by 10:00 p.m. Thursday night. We’ll keep you posted and maybe post some photos and/or video. Being the techno-geeks we are.

So, on this day when we all portend “New Beginnings” let’s start simple and just focus on “New Outlooks” and see where our visions can take us.

Mine is taking me to Vegas, baby!

Hot Chocolate Powder

Hot Chocolate Powder

It was a simple enough moment in the breakroom.

My stomach — rumbling.
No change for the vending machine.
The brewing coffee looked enticing.
Only an hour so for lunch.

‘Is caffeine an appetite suppressant?’

I don’t want the shakes.
Or lots of trips to the bathroom.
Maybe just a small cup.
Another five minutes till it’s brewed.

Then I saw the packets of hot chocolate.

Not as harsh as coffee.
Nice and sweet and warm.
It is kinda cold in the office.
I can have it in just a minute.

As I opened the packet, the scent filled my mind.

I’m ten again at my grandpa’s work.
A quarry office with lots of old men in white shirts.
Wood walls, banisters and chairs.
A small red light signified the bathroom was occupied.

‘Fix your hot chocolate, buddy. I’ll be in my office.’

I smile as we take off our hard hats.
My face and hands are cold.
My nose still holds the smell of rock dust.
I get ready to add warmth to my tummy.

I see the packets of hot chocolate.

I tear one open and then a second.
I make it extra chocolatey.
The chocolate dust fills my nose.
I mix in hot water and stir.

I carry my treasure to my grandpas office.

I sit on a wooden chair.
I hold the warm cup in both hand.
My legs swing free of the floor.
I drink and am filled.

Grandpa gets up from his desk and rumples my hair as he passes.

I drink in the smell.
I mix in the water.
I hold the cup with both hands.
And fill my soul.

I sit at my desk at work and feel full.

© 2008 Eric Huber