Not surprisingly, I was greeted by a couple of dead and withered plants when I got home today after a few weeks out of town with the family. I'm not good with plants (or dudes, but at least I don't kill them and throw them in the compost bin). Other than that, the apartment was in tact and I didn't realize how happy I was to be home and how much I really love things like not sleeping in a twin bed. All of this to say that of course I should be offering up some resolutions for the new year, but I was just so intent on surviving 2012, I couldn't really think of anything for this year. So "kill fewer plants" it is. I also thought that it would be a good idea to try and dance more, so LOOK OUT SEATTLE. I'm preparing for the onslaught of the academic quarter which will probably arrive on Thursday when I meet with my boss and she gives me a to-do list that looks like the Dead Sea scrolls and is equally as imperative for the trajectory of human history.
The holidays were pretty alright. I shot guns in the woods on New Years Eve, I got my fill of family drama (it's like some sort of weird battle where everyone uses the same strategy, in this case: passiveness). I spent time with hilarious brothers, loving and kind sisters-in-law and adorable nieces. I also saw some of my asshole friends. I went to church a few times which was remarkable only in the number of instances when people thought that I was my brother's wife. I visited some old running trails and enjoyed the luxury of someone pumping my gas for me. All in all, can't complain. Although I did have an epiphany (no pun intended, for those of your following the church calendar). This is the second year in a row where a combination of being around all of my married/parenting friends and family made me feel stupidly alone after the holidays. I'm thinking next year I'll book a flight on December 27th for somewhere sunny where I can drink on a beach and feel good and not like the creepy loner of the family who holds the cat during the family picture.
That's all. Over and out, good buddies. Best wishes in 2013, and if "lose weight" is on your resolution list, I suggest hemorrhoids.
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