Curation
Textually ambiguous in a digital sense as it is, this term has haunted me the last 11 months, as I continue to improve in many ways possible. My career plans. My financial exploits. My personality. My tastes. My views on love. My opinions of people. My meal choices. My favorite breed of dog and cat. My take on humour. My writing style. My presence, both in real life and the internet realm.
And such word will linger on in 2012 (or until it will be replaced, soon enough), as I join the cause to, hopefully, prove the Mayans wrong. Or something.
Subtle jokes aside, I know next year will utterly obliterate this one, given enough hard work will be invested in it. And through the procurement of that golden, fine-toothed comb of life. I desperately need that next level of intense focus. For curation. For meaning.
For happiness.
