“I lost my heart, I lost my mind, without you”
January 20, 2012 § 1 Comment
My New Year celebrations have consistently been lackluster, as the majority of them have been spent at home, in the most unglamorous of outfits and unwashed hair. This year, Ki and I flew home on NYE, where we were greeted by empty airports and travelers who cared about the holiday as much as we did. We did land in Florida before midnight, which allowed us to spend it exactly the way I prefer it, which was together and with a copious amount of late night eating.
The promise of the new year does very little to excite me, as I consider it another day, another calendar. What I’m usually left with is the petulant adjustment period of getting the year right when I’m writing out checks, and not much else. I do however, find something therapeutic in looking back in the last year of life lived, as it serves as a good ruler to evaluate how much you’ve changed and/or remained the same. And it appears that I’m pushing back year reviews later and later each year (as evidenced by the last one and the one before that), so I’m thinking that gradually I’ll have pushed it so far back that I’ll eventually be on time.
And reflections upon the year often feel like the oddest anomalies: as you recollect the major events and happenings, some feel ever so recent, while most feel as if they happened another lifetime ago. You forget about some of the most pivotal moments of the year, while simultaneously remembering the most cringe-worthy and/or regretful. And while it’s difficult to know it as it was happening then, sometimes it takes a step back, to look at the picture as a whole to understand the full scope of things.
15. I’m getting a lot more motion sickness than I ever remember.
14. For me, one of the most significant (albeit, superficial) markers of adulthood was the transition from hand-me-down/Craigslist/garage sale furniture to the kind that is delivered to you in protective wrap by big burly men. And what I’ve learned from the process is that, it is one that takes a lot of research and compromise. Also, furniture is fucking expensive.
13. Speaking of adulthood: there’s nothing quite like heartburn and acid reflux and constant indigestion to remind you that you are indeed, getting older.
12. Also, hangovers.
11. Bitterness and resentment are heavy ass anchors. Don’t wait until it’s too late to draw them in.
10. Finally.
9. I have seen the promise of the youth. And they can’t write resumes worth shit.
8. Slowly learning that it’s about finding someone who says, “Hey, you’ve got problems, and I’ve got mine – let’s work them out together.”
7. How long must I pay for the over-tweezing incident of 2010? Have my eyebrows not suffered enough?
6. “Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.” – Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
5. I cannot get this out of my head.
4. Alright, jumping on the Ryan Gosling bandwagon:
3. Good intentions aren’t enough. Everything worthwhile takes constant effort and patience.
2. It has occurred to me that, generally, I am a very unhealthy person.
1. Sometimes, you have to fight like hell.
soopastryheart 
I’m with you on more than 1 of these. Hope you have an amazing ’12 🙂