As the final minutes of yet another year slip through the fingertips of humanity I find myself pondering these past 365 days. I think of that song, you know, the one from RENT.
Ultimately, I got what I wanted from 2015. Even with the hiccups and the blurred weeks of the last however many weeks it's been since I last posted. Obviously I am rusty as my fingers stumble liked tired fools over the keys of my now unfamiliar laptop.
Details are unnecessary as the events themselves are now being archived and filed away for future reference. I found myself lazy and detached while dealing with some medical issue (my eye), family drama and furthering my career development via leadership training.
Unlike years gone by this final post of the year will focus more on the future and not so much the past. I will say this much, as mentioned above, I got exactly what I wanted:
No drastic changes.
We did not change residences. We did not change jobs. We did not change cars. We did not change. That in and of itself may be as big of a curse as it was a blessing.
The best part of all this no change stuff? We were able to grow. Contradictory, I know, but it is true. Without the turmoil I associate with change we were able to focus on ourselves and our family.We were able to focus on our future and really take time to think about what we want to see in that future. So, more than anything, this last year of stability and tedium was a chance to breathe and focus and clear our minds.
I am ready for this new year. Bring it on, 2016! I expect you to be full of changes and shifts and adjustments and everything. I am as rested as I will ever be and ready. I have a toddler so my patience has been fine tuned in the last couple months.
What do we have planned for this year? You will have to wait and see. I promise not to disappoint.
The first change will be to this page. I think it's time for another face lift.
Sleep well whenever it is you decide to call it a night. Know that tomorrow is a whole new day. Seize it. Own it. Make it count.
Happy New Years, mother fuckers!
