There was a thunderstorm in the Second City last night, in December.
Now if that’s not a dramatic way to wind down 2010, I don’t know what is.
Well played, weather.
Anyway, this was a serious year my friends.
I did a triathlon and did not die.
JW & I got engaged (by the way, I hate the phrase “got engaged.” Please send suggestions).
In the interest of not being entirely obnoxious (although, as you know, I’m not above it), I won’t link to every last item I’ve seen or accomplished (or failed at, since that’s always a thing too) this year.
But it was a good year.
Really though, if we’re gonna be serious, most of them are.
Which makes me one lucky chickadee.
Or one overly optimistic one, anyway.
Either works for me.
2010 was a good year for me. I read a lot of books, went on vacation, spent time with people who make me laugh my head off, and completed a physical challenge that made me realize that, yes, I am so stubborn that I can do pretty much anything I decide I’m going to do.
Some may see this as dangerous.
I see it as encouraging.
Up in the new year? Getting married (P.S., bought the dress yesterday- we’ll touch on that in 2011), reading some more books, laughing at least as much as I did in 2010, writing something apart from my blog (and no, I don’t really know what that means yet) and trying to decide what eating a “reasonable” amount of butter is.
Which probably also means picking myself up and getting back into some kind of race.
We’ll talk about that another day.
In any case, I hope everyone else’s year is rung in safely and with lots of fun and champagne.
Chicks, I’ll see you next year!