Year’s End
I am always surprised at the end of each year when I compare the things I wanted last year to the things I want this year. For example, my job. Last year at this time I was working my ass off at a job I dreaded waking up for. I despised my boss, I was barely making enough money to survive, and I didn’t have any sort of benefits (the joy of temp work).
This year, I have a job I adore working for a boss I love (well…she’s not so much my boss anymore but rather a really awesome mentor), and I’ve been promoted 1.5 times. The half time is a story for another day. I feel ungrateful wishing for more in 2012 because my job, and therefore my life, are supremely better than just a year ago.
A year ago this time, my brother was getting ready to leave for Afghanistan. I didn’t expect him back until late January 2012. I was praying harder than I ever had for his safety. This year, he’s home and I’m having lunch with him tomorrow. He came home after 10 long months, and outside of some minor bumps, bruises, and staples (another day), he’s safe.
It may not look like it to those of you who see me frequently, but I weighed 40 more pounds a year ago than I do now. Last year was the first year of my life that I resolved to get healthier. I didn’t set a goal; I just wanted to be more healthy when I got to this day again. And I most certainly did. I took a hiatus from my weight-loss routine when I changed jobs, but I picked it back up at the end of the year and I’m very proud of myself for sticking with it. I have a goal this year. I’m not calling it a resolution because this is a lifestyle change that may take longer than a year to complete. Either way, mission accomplished on this front.
And finally, the most important topic of all people everywhere: love. The funny thing about my outlook this year is that it is the complete opposite of what I wanted in previous years. I’ve always had my eye on someone and I tell myself, “This is the year I tell him” or “By this time next year, I’ll have someone.” Then the year goes by and again I’m left alone. This year, I’m dropping it. My goal this time around is to forget about the things I can’t have. Obviously, some things are not meant for me.
That’s my wrap-up I suppose. I’m sure I’ll think of something very important that I missed in about 10 minutes and I’ll never remember it in the morning to add it back in.
Hasta luego 2011! Bonjour 2012!
