So I’m not into making resolution(s) every time the calendar flips to January. I used to acknowledge the colloquial practice by vowing (to no one in particular) that I’d suddenly care more about my gums and floss daily, save a bunch of money to treat myself to an ambiguous vacation which would take place in the annoyingly distant future, or (a classic) acquire Mila Kunis’s smokin’ hot body by occasionally walking on my parent’s basement treadmill and spreading less butter on my morning toast. FAIL.
It’s fear of the inevitable failure that has driven me into a yearly hibernations of laziness, shame and unmotivated guilt. However, the realization every December that, in the past twelve months, absolutely nothing about my life has improved significantly… I’ve just wasted an entire year wading around in a boring stalemate with my emotions, finances, physique, social life, hygiene, living situation, wardrobe, and travel bug. Some aspects have even taken a downgrade (hello, living with the ‘rents…).
You’ll notice “romantic life” is appropriately not on the list of fails because that’s the one category which actually flourished this year. Thank the lord for Mr. Iceberg!
I can’t say that the entirety of 2011 was a total bust because that would be greatly untrue. There were so many wonderful moments, and fortunately I don’t have to recap because WordPress provides a little historic timeline for me to which I can refer. Lovely. Feel free to poke around (for 2011, I was particular funny in January and April).
Anyway, I really hope you all had a fabulous holiday season… You’re gonna need it to get you through the next 10 weeks of sheer winter torture.
Perhaps I’ll make a note to myself (NOT a resolution) that this year I should get back in the habit of blogging. Sounds easy enough… ?
Oh and I miss my little end-of-post photo collages, so here you go:
