Happy Freakin' New Year

Disclaimer: This is a half-assed post, written simply because I felt that a New Years post was obligatory. It lacks inspiration and gusto. (Just saying.) I guess I could have put in effort, but I'm just not feeling it. If you want inspirational, you should skip to this post about making the most of a year. (Or just keep scrolling.)

It's January 1st, 2012 (In case you somehow hadn't realized this already, I thought I'd mention it. Great opener, huh? I think it will definitely grab the reader's attention...)

Anyway.

Last night we all celebrated the end of 2011 in some way or another. Whether it was by drinking too much, naming cocktail wieners, watching a movie curled up with a loved one, partying like it's the end of the world, or watching Kathy Griffin and Anderson Cooper engage in awkward conversation/foreplay on CNN's live coverage of New Years Eve in Time's Square or involved some other shennanigans (That's one of the only words I can't spell. I would Google it, but instead I'm going to let imperfection shine through because I think it's on my list.) you celebrated or lamented the last few moments of a maybe awesome/maybe horrible/maybe both year.

And then, this morning you woke up (with or without a raging headache) to a fresh start. Today is a blank page in the next chapter of the story that is your life. You may or may not have made resolutions that you may or may not follow through with in order to make this chapter better than the last. I didn't.

I'm not hugely into making promises that I can't keep (to others, especially, but also to myself) so I didn't vow to change a thing. Instead, I vowed to stay exactly who I am and made a simple to-do list of things I'd like to do this year, but that won't leave me curled up in the fetal position on December 31st of this year if it's not all checked off by midnight. Most of my list has to do with sucking the marrow out of life and making lemonade and all of that jazz. I actually put things like "Stop to smell the roses" and "Enjoy the small things" and "Laugh until you cry" on this years list. Easy enough, right? I think so.

If you want to read my list, it's here. Overall, it's very simple. Nothing drastic or life-changing. At this time next year (If we don't all die, of course.) I plan to still be essentially the same person that I am right now. Someone who laughs harder at their own jokes than other people do. Someone who loses the remote (Okay, all 3 of them. On a flat surface. Constantly.) Someone who jumps on the bed, dances in their underwear, sings (badly) at the top of their lungs, and actively chooses to dance. Someone who doesn't like to swallow gum just in case it actually stays in your stomach for 7 years and creates a mass of weight that she can't rid herself of for nearly a decade. Someone who is still not convinced that if you swallow the black seeds of a watermelon, one won't grow in your stomach. A daydream believer, hopeful romantic and lover of unicorns, sunshine and rainbows. A glass half full kind of gal.

Even though I'm not making crazy goals for this year, I am planning to continue writing my story and I am hopeful that it will contain lots of 'Romantic comedy', 'Action/Adventure' and 'Inspirational view' with very little 'Tragedy', 'Drama' and 'Tear-jerker'. (I would also like very much if I didn't get any surprise visits from mask-wearing chainsaw-yielding psychopaths. Just saying.)

Hopefully the new year will hold for you exactly what you dream of, too. Now go start writing! And, of course, Happy 2012!