I was out for a brief few seconds, but when I woke I remember thinking, "What am I doing on the floor? And why is my hand touching my garbage can?"
You might be asking yourself why I'm telling you this? What does this have to do with the New Year? I guess it's because it seems fitting.
It takes me awhile to reflect (hence the lateness of this post), but fainting in my kitchen seemed to sum up 2011.
2011 was a year of constant ups and downs:
Started out weighing 135 pounds, dropped down to a very low 100.
Fell in Love, got heartbroken.
Applied for multiple jobs, had a few interviews, got rejected for each one of them.
Had some money, was out of money and eating Cheerios for a month.
Was giddy and cheerful, dealt with a bout of depression.
You get the idea...
But here's what it also brought:
A year of swimming with amazing people who have become rocks for me.
A desire to put myself out there and meet new people, even if that means I risk being hurt.
The drive to continue following my passions.
A realization that money isn't everything.
And the understanding that we can push to change our expressions.
Oh... and cool nicknames like Death Treat and Noodles. New friends. A lot of writing and creative projects. A road trip with my Dad. Stealing my friends first dance as a married person. A paper written and presented for my peers who love Children's Literature. A lot of running around, all for books. And a plethora of cookies.
So when I found myself on the floor, I knew one thing: I had to get UP (sore caboose and all), and fight for all the things I want in 2012. Which I must say is starting off with an amazing bang!
Though...the pink aisle is popping up in stores across the nation.
I'm still redirecting my grocery shopping path.
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