2009 was kind of a giant, kick-ass year for me while (it seems) that it sucked for pretty much everyone else. So I kind of skipped the whole "let's reflect on the last year" and DEFINITELY forgot to reflect on the last decade, and just sort of shuffled quietly into 2010.
Every time I've tried to get into the spirit of reflections-cum-resolutions, I get all excited about how great the next year will be because I'm convinced I will actually lose weight, write more, get more organized, etc. (Remember my declaration of "No Joy In '06"?) And then I don't do any of those things.
I think it would be great if I managed to meet any of my personal goals in 2010. But like, starting Monday.
Well come ON. First of all, there's this whole it's-still-the-holidays-right?-weekend going on right now, and you can't diet at the holidays. Plus I got a gorgeous stand mixer for Christmas and need to try it out (since that's the polite thing to do, thanks Mom-In-Law!) and who uses a stand mixer for low-fat veggie dishes*? No one I know. And that is why, at 2:57 p.m. on January 1st, I have a cheesecake in the oven and am eyeing the bourbon.
I hope your holidays were joyous and safe and warm and filled with fun. Mine were. Though they were also totally different than they've ever been for lots of reasons (and one baby reason), and I haven't gotten my head around what comes next.
So, right. Cheesecake. Bourbon.
Happy New Year's!
*Thank you, Julie, for pointing out that the asterisk didn't go anywhere. I wish I had any idea at all what I was intending to write here. LA LA LA.