So Long, 2011

This is the background on my phone right now. There are no words for how much I love it.

According to urban legend, this may well be the last New Year's Eve we ever celebrate. I could stop and think about this for a while, and let the anxiety run its course until I find myself curled up in the fetal position muttering things like "water supply" and "food storage," but instead I will opt to move on and think of happier things. Like a new year looming in the very near distance, bringing with it a chance to throw out things in my life best left behind, and a chance to introduce some much-needed things that have sadly been missing from it. I'm not going to list what these things are. This is not a resolution post. History has proven that if I speak it, or write it down, it will inevitably crash and burn a painful, fiery death. Call me superstitious, or call me smart (both are accurate, in my opinion). Or better yet, text me. Either way, mums the word. I'm not declaring my resolutions this year, but I have made them, and I'm very excited to begin bettering myself.

Okay, maybe this is a resolution post. But not that kind. I resolve not to set myself up by revealing what I've resolved to do. Otherwise I may as well call it a list of things that will most definitely not happen in 2012.

There is one thing about 2012 that I can talk about, though, because it is incapable of being jinxed. It will happen, no matter what I do or say: 2012 may just be the biggest year of my life, with the obvious exceptions of 1979, when I was born; 2000, when I was married; 2001, when I had my daughter; and 2003, when I had my son. It will undoubtedly make the list of top five, and, if the doomsday-ers are correct, and 2012 is the last year we'll be here, then let's just say I'll go out with a bang.

In April my book will come out, and that is a fact. And after that...I have no idea. I have no idea how it may or may not change my life, and that giant question mark is no small amount of exhilarating. I love the unknown, at least about this. I can't wait to see where my little ol' book will go, or not go. Maybe I'll be the next Stephenie Meyer, and within a few years I'll be a household name and my book will be made into a movie and my husband can quit his job because of the millions I'll be making. Or maybe it will only be read by my friends and family and a handful of others and that'll be that. And that will be fine with me. Because all I need is to see my book, with my name on the cover, sitting on a shelf in some bookstore, and I can die happy. But no one knows. And I love that. What an exciting year 2012 will be.

So goodbye, 2011. 2012, I welcome you with open arms.

Heck Yes, I'll Blog

So my sweet sister told me on Christmas that my blog was calling my name, demanding my attention. I thanked her graciously then politely informed her that my blog was the only one missing my presence in the blogosphere. Her response showed the wisdom I've always admired in her. She said, "So what. Write anyway. Write a little bit each day and pretty soon people will start reading again, and maybe, hopefully, even commenting again." (This coming from the woman who deleted her own blog after about five posts in as many months.)

"IF YOU WRITE IT, THEY WILL COME."

That's basically what she was saying. And I realized she was right. And even if she's not, I don't care. I want to write, and I want to write every day. One of my very besties made it her New Years Resolution last year to blog every day of 2011. (Less than a week to go Rach!) While she didn't quite make it every single day, for the most part she did it and it was awesome. At the time I thought she was crazy but now I'm doing what I do best which is eating crow and doing something I said or at least thought to myself I'd never do. Hopefully this resolution fares better than my own ambitious one last year, the No Sugar For a Year project that was doomed before it began.

Anywho, I'll be here, most days, jotting down a thought or two (or ten or twelve) and basically saying whatever the heck is on my mind. Cause that's the beauty of blogs, and that's why I started this thing in the first place 5 years ago. If you feel so inclined, stop on by and pay me a visit. Maybe drop me a note in the comment box if you feel like making my day. Or not. Whatever. I'll still keep writing, regardless. I may even throw in a picture or two sometimes, if I'm feeling fancy. Who knows? It might get crazy up in herr.

But now I must sleep. And by sleep I mean read for another hour.