It probably contained some of the best and worst singular moments of my 26.8 years.
I've struggled a lot with the Reverb 10 posts because I'm not sure I really want to reflect on the past year, not in that uber shiny way. I'd like to mull it over in my own time, discerning my own meanings, my own reverberations. I think it's going to probably take me years to fully understand this year in my life.
So all I can say right now is that life goes on, it always has. Sure, I didn't reach my #backtotabulous goal for this month -- it's hard to work out on crutches. But, when I do get my
I'm totally one of those women you can purchase diet/exercise things for on special occasions and I'll be super stoked.
So I'm working on letting go of rigid goals and missed deadlines and just trying to work with it. So I probably won't lose the amount of weight I want by the date I'd hoped. Any loss will be progress worth celebrating.
In that vein, I don't think I'm going to make any resolutions this year. If anything, the past has taught me that putting all these expectations out there will only get you hurt and let you down.
Tonight I'm just going to do what Kyle and I have done for the last three years -- get out our toasting flutes from our wedding and fill them with champagne (okay, this might be the first year for actual alcohol, since I'm not pregnant for the first time in three years as well) and we'll watch the ball drop somewhere online while our kids sleep soundly in their beds, ringing in the new year most likely in our pj's. Someday we may get a sitter and dress up and go out, but if we never do, I'm not worried about it. I'm right where I want to be.
Happy New Year.