Thursday, December 29, 2011

Goodbye 2011

In preparation for what I was going to write for this blog post I looked up 2010's farewell note. My tears swelled, what seems to be the easiest thing for me to do nowadays. I've become the biggest sap. Ever. 2010 was tough, and if you think like me, we can consider it beef jerky. 2011... you've been... peanut butter. Sweet but salty. Chewy but smooth. Super sticky and not the same without jelly. And above all... really nutty. Leave it to me to compare a full year to snack food. Unlike last year where I selected a few pictures to commemorate all that happened throughout the span of three hundred and sixty five days... this time, I've decided to remember it ALL. I blame it on things like Twitter and Instagram and their wonderfully copulation of one's images in tiny squares. I'm copying and pasting my iPhone's picture gallery on here. Next year, I want to read all this that I'm writing and not only recall the details - but see it - visualize it in the organized picture mess I am presenting. This was 2011. My peanut butter.
2011 had lots of play, to be totally honest; something that I hadn't quite experienced before. It was about taking sides. Learning the difference between being alone and loneliness. Walking in the beach with a pitcher of juice and yelling so loud that people look at you weird. Fitting a big lifestyle into a tiny room. Finding out the hard way that switching to cheap shampoo doesn't fly. Grasping lifelong lessons: Never set a coffee cup on your sunroof. Memorizing the phrase: "Stop. Focus. You're out of control." Making crunch-wraps at three am. Stumbling on great news on Twitter - the kind that make you leave your desk and bawl your eyes out in the bathroom and call your Mom and repeat them over in between sobs. Meeting really weird people. Using the word crisis every other day. Getting a crap load of flat tires. Teaching someone how to fix a flat tire. Learning how to drive stick shift; well almost learning. Taking long bubble baths. Collecting lots and lots of corkscrews. Moving twice. Having someone knock on your window while you are talking to them on the phone and smiling like a fool. Finding my way back home. Discovering the value of trust. Dreaming more than living. Eating hotdogs for a week straight. Having someone make you a 'wake from the dead' scrambled eggs breakfast. Quitting coffee. Realizing that quitting coffee was probably the stupidest idea ever. (I'm laughing at this one.) Being in the right place at the exact right time. Screaming like a teenager in a concert. Having someone read my mind all the time. (It isn't a good thing. Really freaky actually. And super ANNOYING.) Loving Coco more than ever. Planning your dream home and seeing it unravel day after day. Watching Despicable Me a hundred times. Getting genius ideas at 5 am. Crying over something that isn't fair, wishing there was something you could do to make it go away - being one hundred percent relieved when things turned out well - even when no one thinks you care. Getting sunburned and arriving at your girl-friend's house half-naked because you are on FIRE. Making easy-mac the hard way. Long conversations about the same thing over and over. Dancing in the middle of the street. Walking endless blocks for the greatest chips and salsa known to man. Missing someone; everyone. Changing your mind about buying groceries - three times in a row. Having the whole office jam to Chris Brown. Realizing that timing truly is everything.
Taking pictures of people I hadn't seen in ages. Loosing pictures that meant the world to me at the time. Eating pizza for breakfast lunch and dinner all in the same day. Stripes, this year was definitely about stripes. Visiting Louisiana and feeling like a total stranger. Drawing faces during showers. Talking about photo shoots that never were scheduled or accomplished. I became a version of ol' McDonald. Twice. Well, almost twice. Sleeping forever. Unpacking all of my wonderful stuff that had been put away for a really long time. Listening to Adele on replay. Helping someone overcome the worst of challenges. Changing favorite colors; it's now gray. Yes, gray. Giving up on being a plan-a-holic. Wishing I would actually gain weight. Having tons to say and just smiling. Changing... and changing again. Long days at the beach... [so wish it was summer still]. Witnessing someone change their life around. Getting an eye infection that finally makes me take off my contacts before bed every night. Fully understanding the meaning of what being selfless is. Turning the page. And most importantly, after everything that this year has sent my way, I'm thankful for waking up & smiling about something everyday. Only God knows how big of a deal this is to me. I couldn't be more grateful for all that have and have lost. Simply because I now know the value of it all, down to the most insignificant thing. Like, self-closing kitchen drawers and magic lights on my fridge. It's not about the big things. It never will be for me. I feel that this year has given me plenty of little things to see it as a growing experience. There's only up from here. 2012, I'm ready to start climbing.
[ If you read all of that... breathe. I know it was quite an eye-full. ] Thank you all for your continued support! I love you. Truly. Madly. Deeply. HAPPY THURSDAY!!!
SOTD: Marchin On by OneRepublic

1 comment:

  1. P.S.
    Last year I had an anonymous comment posted on the 2010 farewell post, saying they didn't make the cut that year. I'm curious as to if Mrs./Mr. Anonymous made it on the blog this year. If not, 2012 looks promising. :)