And so it came to pass that 2011 should be in the books, and 2012 should begin.
I have sat, laptop in, well, lap, and tried repeatedly to write a year-in-review post. Each time I got more depressed than the last. So, in order to fulfill the Year-in-review blogging requirement, and avoid a major meltdown let’s just sum up 2011 like this; break up, break up, break down, break up again. Oh, and shoes.
And with that, 2011 is done.
The end of one year, the beginning of the next, while at it’s basic premise is no different than Sunday following Saturday any other of the 52 weeks of the year, is somehow more when it’s out with the old, in with the new. And it becomes a time of tremendous amounts of naval gazing.
I spent entirely too much time and energy being mad at the world. I focused too much on how people disappointed me, hurt me, pissed me off, and were just plain assholes. I spent way too much time feeling lost, out of control and apathetic about the whole thing. 2011 didn’t exactly suck, I sucked.
2012 hasn’t exactly gotten off to a stellar start, but I am 30 minutes away from seeing my girls again, and getting my life back to some semblance of normal, where normal is yelling, arguing, fighting and laughing. Cheer practice and basketball games. Hit the floor running and not stopping until I drop at the end of the day.
Happy New Year to all my friends, family, fans and readers. I honestly hope 2012 is better than 2011. God help me if it’s worse.
