2011 was the year of transition.
For those of you still keeping up at home, I moved to Nashville on Dec. 1, 2010. I took a job that didn’t suit me, nor did I suit it, and after a bit of soul searching I opted to stay in the Music City. I resigned from that four month soul suck. Some things just aren’t meant to be. Most times I’m glad I stayed in middle Tennessee but there have been other times that I wondered what the hell was I thinking. Now I am most likely putting a lot more into my thought process when I say that there is much I loved about my online advocacy about Hoots.
Might not mean a lot to Hootsvillians, but it meant a lot to me. I know rural west Tennessee. The quirks and the subculture inspired me more that I can say. No one outside of northwest Tennessee got it, but I know the little details that make the place unique. In my own silly, self-serving way, I wanted to break some of the stereotypes of rural life. It never ceased to amaze me that folks outside of that area thought everyone was a rube about politics.
I’m pleased that Steve Steffens,

Eating Corn At Oktoberfest. It was tasty and gave me corn teeth. I had to cover my mouth when I ran into people I knew.
Betsy Phillips, The Hoots U folks and Steve Ross (on several occasions) took the time to come over and check it out for themselves. The online community in this state has offered me a wealth of opportunity, which I am grateful for. I remember Steffens and I sitting last November on the square in Dresden next to the Ned McWherter statue talking about the vibe of a small town, looking at so many closed businesses that surround the courthouse to this day. It was a moment between myself and Cracker.
We both knew the magnitude of what we were looking at and the silence of that moment was deafening.
Two days later, I would leave.
Well, I moved to Nashville and I suddenly found that I had misplaced my writing muse. I knew some of the bloggers up here which helped but I haven’t lived here in so long that I had forgotten much of the rhythm of this city. I’m too old to be a hipster (which I would suck at quite frankly) and I found that there was a controlled cynicism that I didn’t expect. In many ways, the political environment was the most surprising and I have been rather vocal in some of the small circles I run in that we need to remember that there are voters outside the 440 loop yet I know that those words fall to the wayside. And yet, I’m confident enough to know that I’m right on this one.
I am not complaining. I have been learning which is never easy. When a person is in transition, educating yourself is what you have to do. So what I learned this year is that there is a cadence to any place that must be explored. I have made friends outside the blogging world who have become special to me. I have kept the friends who are interested whom I met online. I am learning that Nashville is a whole bunch of small towns are glooped together to create a city. I have also learned that if you have a party that starts after 8 p.m. that my old ass can’t stay up as late as I used to. Last night, I was home by 7 in fresh pjs. I may also have moved into being a bit boring.
I’m fortunate that I have been given an opportunity through Mike McWherter. I want to say that. I am allowed to write his daily eblast and we are working on expanding the Out of the Blue website. I get to read stories from across the state and compile them daily. This has been absolutely wonderful. It’s been interesting to study policy before it hits the General Assembly. I wish I could get folks more interested in model bills being sent to this state from think tanks owned by ALEC and the Koch Brothers but it’s like Tim Robbins character in The Shawshank Redemption. Little bits of concrete shavings at a time falling on the floor did create a progress over time. It’s not sexy enough for the most of the media, I guess.
Sure, there have been some deep disappointments and some giddy highs that have marked this year. It has been, for the most part, okay. Life is what it is. In this coming new year, I am hoping that the transition year of 2011 will move into positive action in 2012. And I am still looking for a new muse.
Have I told you about this little bar out in west Nashville? Maybe I should …