Another year is quickly coming to an end. Husband and I were chit chatting last night and he asked how I felt about another year going by. My response was that I was actually excited to be done with 2011. This is unusual for me, since every New Year I get melancholy, knowing that my birthday is just around the corner and that I will be the dreaded OLDER! But this year, it’s different. 2011 had some truly great moments. Husband and I got to go to Washington DC, we went on a cruise to Cozumel with our friends, and we went to a fabulous wedding in San Diego. Husband is a really fun travel partner. We went to a Mardi Gras ball, and I got to pretend like I was going to the prom by treating myself to a beautiful dress, getting my hair and make-up done, and dancing the night away. My stepson graduated daycare and started big boy school, uniform, packed lunches, and all.
But, 2011 had some challenges for me. I was struggling keeping my mind together at my old job. I was stressed all the time, mostly self infllicted stress I admit. And then, there was the wreck. I thank God every day that the only thing that was damaged in that wreck was that Jeep. The most frustrating thing is that my memory is shot to shit these days. Apparently it’s a normal occurrence following a concussion, but it is absolutely annoying. I have have had to get into the habit of leaving myself notes in the office and at home, so that the next day I know what the hell was going on the day before. That is part of the reason for this blog.
Anywho, following the wreck, life changed. I left my old job, and husband said “Take a break”. He then sent me to visit my little sister in California who is planning her wedding. When I got back, I got a new car, worked two part time jobs, and became a semi-housewife. That’s when I decided that I MUST have a dog. Uh, no. So, in August, I got a new full time job and adopted a puppy. New job is great, puppy lasted about four months in our house, but he is happily living with a young guy and his other dog, so it all worked out.
I will turn 37 years old in 2012. Sounds old as dirt to me, but I know that it’s not. It’s not 27, but I don’t particulaly remember 27 being such a fantastic age. I don’t know about other people, particularly women, but the 30’s have ceratinly brought on much more clarity. I feel happier, prettier and smarter. When I was in my 20’s, I was the girl with the combat boots, crazy hair color, working two jobs to pay the rent, taking the bus or taxis, or walking, because I did not know how to drive. I thought I was physically hideous and mentally stupid because I did not go to college. Looking at old pictures, I wasn’t hideous, I just looked “different”. I just hadn’t been introduced to a flat iron. I really do think that the introduction of the flat iron changed my life. 🙂
And of course, keeping with the theme of this blog, there was no Charlie in my 20’s. That little booger met me after the big 3-0.
So here’s to you all. May your 2012 be filled with a supportive and loving spouse or companion, may your children grow like weeds, and may you all be blessed with a Charlie or two.