2011
The Door Of My Fridge, 12/31/11
I’ve never really thought of December 31st as the end of the year, and sitting on my floor writing this blog entry, I still don’t. I think of the end of Winter as the end of the year, and Fall (or Autumn, if you’re feeling romantic) as the beginning of the new one. That being said, everyone is writing about this part year, and if there’s one thing I am, it’s a follower.
2011 was a crazy year. As the minutes and hours run down and the sun starts to slink its way back behind the mountains for the last time in 2011, for the first time in a long time… I can’t really decide if it’s been a good year or a bad year. It’s certainly been exciting, but that’s not always a good thing. There have been moments of real joy; careerwise, familywise, friendwise. There have also been black moments of anger and desperation. I’m sure I’ll look back on this year as one of the bright wine stains on an otherwise threadbare rug, but right now it seems a little too potent to try to figure it all out. Also, I’m hungry and haven’t showered yet. How is anybody supposed to do any real thinking before they’ve had a proper shower?
My 2011 was filled with creativity, happiness, anger, confusion, sadness, excitement, joy and satisfaction. Let’s hope 2012 is the same.
How was your year?
