I’m in the mood to reflect, so I’m hoping on board Reverb 11 and spending the month of December looking back at 2011.
Prompt for December 1: Humble beginnings. Where did 2011 begin for you? Describe where you were, be it physically, emotionally, or otherwise.
2011 began in the backyard hot tub at my in-laws… soft fluffy snowflakes meeting the warm, bubbly water as I hid underneath. I wouldn’t say I was hammered. Just a bit inebriated… as is likely on New Year’s Eve.
I remember being somewhat disappointed early in the evening. Perhaps it was because my family just left and it was my first NYE without my people. That, and barely anyone showed up to the party at my in-law’s house. Where was the loud music? The dancing? The
illicit drugs strong drinks? I felt like I was getting too old, too fast. Paired with my move-induced depression, seasonal affective disorder, and chronically low bank account, I was probably the last person anyone wanted to hang out with.
But after a few beers, some good conversation, and a dip in the hot tub, things began to look up as I held on to every shred of gratitude I could muster. For it was a BEAUTIFUL night and I was with BEAUTIFUL people.
The next morning I started my first day of January as I had always hoped I would, but never managed to due to the oh-so-common New Year’s Day hangover–getting everything organized for a new year. I cleaned the house, I balanced my (meager) checkbook, did some goal-setting, and packed my bag for school. It warmed the cockles of my Virgo heart.
I vowed that this would be a great year.
I vowed to get out of my funk.
I vowed to get thing done and take care of business.
And I did all of those things, for the most part. I made sacrifices, as we all do, and I think next year I will make some vows to repair or renew those things that I sacrificed in 2011. My marriage, my hobbies, my health.