Some people wake up on New Years Day covered in glitter. I woke up this year covered in cat hair.
My life, you're jealous of it.
2011 had a nice symmetry to it. I rang in the new year buried under blankets in my bed, waiting for the digital readout on my alarm clock to hit 12:00 so I could fall asleep. I ended the year curled up under blankets (and a cat) on my couch, a nap gone awry into a longer sleep (hey, I had just gotten home from a week in Arizona - I was tired!). But it was a nice bookend to start and finish the new year alone in my apartment.
A lot happened between January 1 and December 31. I claimed once that 2011 seemed to be the year of "new" - new things, new opportunities, new friends, new experiences, new places, new 30-pounds-lighter self. I feel like making the bold proclamation that 2011 was one of the very best years of my life. It had its ups and downs, sure, but overall? It was perfect.
I have decided that 2012 is going to be my year to simplify. To cut out all the unnecessary shit in my life. Whether that be people or - ideally - the amount of sheer junk that's cluttering up my apartment, I am going to learn to say no, and to let go of the things I don't need. I have a lot of momentum going from this past year and there's really nothing I want to "improve" upon, per se. I just want to streamline, economize, get everything under control, and maybe tread water until I'm recharged and ready to kick some more ass in 2013.
I'm not going to make a list of resolutions (shall I pull up the list I made for 2010 again? So we can snicker and point and laugh about how I STILL haven't unpacked those last few boxes from my last move?). They all get broken anyway. I might jump on board with Katherine's brain-child of 12 Changes - making one small change per month that will gradually build into life habits. I haven't made my list yet, but I'm sure it will be things like "put X amount into savings each paycheck" and "make a point of exercising X times per week" and "eat more vegetables" and whatever. But those aren't resolutions, they're lifestyle changes. (Speaking of which, I should probably haul my ass to a weigh-in this week... I cringe at the thought of what the holidays have undoubtedly done to my waistline. The holidays, of course, being code for "point-counting has become tedious and exhausting and I needed a break dammit." Potato, potahto.)
I have started being mildly productive, though - I've instituted a new Closet Policy of "wear it or get rid of it." I SHALL BE RUTHLESS. Maybe. I'm genetically programmed to be a hoarder. We'll see.
Stay tuned for my obligatory summary of what 2011 contained to make it so great. In fact, stay tuned for a barrage of posts because I have fallen behind and started like six of them and they ALL NEED POSTED.