And so ends another Christmas season safely tucked away into my closet of treasures and an old year filed away within the confines of my mind. I ended 2010 by sitting down at the ocean with my better half guzzling back steaming hot chocolates and toasting the fact that we had somehow survived. In one of my more cornier moments of life and not one for ritualization, I closed my eyes and inhaled the crisp winter wind and visualized letting go of any unpleasant memories of 2010 while holding onto the moments that touched my heart and made me grow as a person. From sadness to happiness, from being house bound to road trips, 2010 had it's share of every emotion imaginable. And I am happy to let it slip away.
And now begins the beauty of a new year, fresh with no mistakes, well not yet anyways, and I am embracing it with my fingers crossed and my eyes wide open.
January always instills this feeling of urgency and anxiousness in me. I am sure that it has something to do with spring around the corner. New life coming forward, plants bursting forth, freshness, sweetness, and in my humble opinion, nature at its best. I cannot wait to go outside, breathe in the air, stick my hands in the earth and connect. Perhaps, a tad crazy, but a new year brings me hope that life will finally go as planned, with no bumps or hiccups along the way. Yes a delusional thought at best.
I feel the need to make plans for my year and I sit and doodle on my calendar with the hopeful anticipation that "this year" might be the year we finally go to Italy. "This year" might be the year I make more time for me. "This year" might be the year I spend more time being adventurous. "This year" might be the year I am more spontaneous. And "this year" might be My Year.
I sit dreamily in January planning the next 11 months of my life, and realizing at the end of the year, that nothing had gone as planned. On my road of life, I tend to be easily distracted and end up going down side roads that lead to dead ends. It would be a bust for me, if it wasn't so much fun hitting all those metaphorical potholes along the way.
In any event, I can tell you that this Average Girl is ready. And whatever 2011 has in store for me, it will be all good, because My Life can be exactly as I dream it, well as long as I stay off those pesky side roads.
All the best to you in 2011.