The title of this blog post, aside from being one of the most annoying best '90s club/dance hits, is talking to 2011... where the heck did it go??? I swear it just started about a month ago. I feel like I didn't get anything done!!!
Some people love New Year's. I, however, have had mixed feelings about it ever since preschool.
I know, I know. "Umm why are you telling us about preschool, Molly?"
Because I'm the blogger that's why, punk.
Also, preschool was when I realized that each year only came ONCE. EVER. For some reason my four year-old brain just assumed that once we got to the end of the 1990s, the decade would just start over and.... hey, welcome back 1990! Good to see you again!
[In my defense, I suffered a lot of traumatic brain injuries in my youth (clumsiness + 2 siblings big enough to push you around = a girl who spells her own name wrong until kindergarten), so the cognitive skills may have been delayed/damaged a bit.]
But I digress.
So ever since Mrs. Hill informed me that we would never EVER get to use our 1991 calendar again, New Year's has been somewhat bittersweet in my opinion.
Yes, we're welcoming a brand spankin new year of possibilities and opportunities.
Yes, we (adults) have a paid day off work and have an excuse to party all night long if we want.
Yes, we're getting older and (hopefully) wiser.
Yes, we get to buy a new spiffy planner and/or page-a-day calendar of crosswords.
But the new year comes with a lot of pressure. It's almost as if the universe is saying, "Welp you didn't really do much last year, so you BETTER make this one count! Or else."
I personally don't like making New Years resolutions. Who wants to end a year feeling like a failure? No thank you, I don't need resolutions for that. But for 2012, I am going to issue myself a personal challenge:
Record and reflect on the accomplishments I make throughout the year. I know I accomplished a LOT in 2011-- Master's degree, first job, mastering the art of driving, etc.-- but is that what I focus on this week? Of course not. Instead, it's back to the usual "oh woe is me, another year closer to wrinkles and gray hair and I have nothing to show for myself except a $35kpiece of paper diploma."
No mas. In 2012, I challenge myself (and those of you reading this) to take some time to write down your achievements-- however big or small-- and indulge in a little pat on the back instead of focusing on the things you didn't do. Every year doesn't have to be full of Oscars and Pulitzer prizes and BEST DAY EVERs... as long as you are proud of what you've been able to do and the person you've become, I'd say that's a pretty darn fantastic year.
Cheers, and best wishes for 2012.
Some people love New Year's. I, however, have had mixed feelings about it ever since preschool.
I know, I know. "Umm why are you telling us about preschool, Molly?"
Because I'm the blogger that's why, punk.
Also, preschool was when I realized that each year only came ONCE. EVER. For some reason my four year-old brain just assumed that once we got to the end of the 1990s, the decade would just start over and.... hey, welcome back 1990! Good to see you again!
[In my defense, I suffered a lot of traumatic brain injuries in my youth (clumsiness + 2 siblings big enough to push you around = a girl who spells her own name wrong until kindergarten), so the cognitive skills may have been delayed/damaged a bit.]
But I digress.
So ever since Mrs. Hill informed me that we would never EVER get to use our 1991 calendar again, New Year's has been somewhat bittersweet in my opinion.
Yes, we're welcoming a brand spankin new year of possibilities and opportunities.
Yes, we (adults) have a paid day off work and have an excuse to party all night long if we want.
Yes, we're getting older and (hopefully) wiser.
Yes, we get to buy a new spiffy planner and/or page-a-day calendar of crosswords.
But the new year comes with a lot of pressure. It's almost as if the universe is saying, "Welp you didn't really do much last year, so you BETTER make this one count! Or else."
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| And yes, in my universe, I am Mr. Miyagi. Got a problem with that? Source |
Record and reflect on the accomplishments I make throughout the year. I know I accomplished a LOT in 2011-- Master's degree, first job, mastering the art of driving, etc.-- but is that what I focus on this week? Of course not. Instead, it's back to the usual "oh woe is me, another year closer to wrinkles and gray hair and I have nothing to show for myself except a $35k
No mas. In 2012, I challenge myself (and those of you reading this) to take some time to write down your achievements-- however big or small-- and indulge in a little pat on the back instead of focusing on the things you didn't do. Every year doesn't have to be full of Oscars and Pulitzer prizes and BEST DAY EVERs... as long as you are proud of what you've been able to do and the person you've become, I'd say that's a pretty darn fantastic year.
Cheers, and best wishes for 2012.
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