This year has gone so fast. In fact, every year goes by faster and faster with no signs of slowing down. Life is hectic. But life is good too.
New Years has a tendency to make me (and everyone) reflect on all that I DIDN’T do over the course of the year. Then I get depressed and swear that I’m going to do it all differently this coming year. But then I’m depressed so I don’t do anything differently.
But not this year. Life is too short, goes by too fast to worry about yesterday. So I’m going to do something that I never do and congratulate myself on all the things that I did do this year.
I finished my book. And finished it ON TIME. Something that I didn’t think was going to happen. I might not be the world’s best writer – hell, the book probably won’t even sell. But I told myself that I was going to finish it and I didn’t quit and I didn’t make excuses for why I couldn’t do it… I just did it. And I’m proud of every word and every night I stayed up until 5:30 in the morning to finish.
I didn’t get pregnant, but I have become something that resembles a good mother to the daughter that I do have. I’m the first to admit that I’m more than slightly nuerotic and still leave much to be desired, but I’m getting there. Slowly.
I’ve learned how to walk away from fights with my husband – something that I couldn’t do before. In the past, if something was said or done to light my fuse, I would jump head first into an argument. But now I’m calmer and more rational. I can walk away and cool off for a half hour or so and come back and talk about the problem at hand without dreaming of putting a steak knife through his thorax.
I learned how to cook the most amazing Jumbayala on earth.
I made the first steps towards starting my own at home business.
I’ve kept the house clean, the laundry washed, and the dishes done all by myself. Not that my husband doesn’t want or offer to do these things, but being the OCD perfectionist freak that I am, I prefer to do them myself. And I’ve done a mighty fine job.
And although I still do obsess about the size of my ass, I have learned that I no longer have the luxury to harm myself in the name of beauty. I have a daughter now that I have to set examples for. That means eating right and staying healthy even if I have to wear jeans a size or two bigger than I used to. (Size 2, oh how I miss you!)
And that’s all that I can think of now.
No, I didn’t climb Everest… or do anything interesting for that matter. But I made it through the year without jumping off a bridge. And sometimes – hell, most of the time – that’s good enough.
Happy New Year everyone.