I’m pretty sure I entered this year with a fair amount of optimism and cheer. I am pretty sure the first several months were amazing and I LOVED 2010, even though people around me were cursing it and calling it names.
And for all intents and purposes, I suppose the year wasn’t awful.
I could list all the things that went right and all the things that went…not right – and maybe one side might be more skewed than the other and I could hope that the side tipping the balance was the side of good things. At least in sheer number of small moments, there were many great moments.
The not-so-great moments just felt massive.
I’m not sure what that means for 2011. Being unsure about life and what’s ahead is kind of a scary thing, to a degree — on the other hand – if you have no expectations, how can things fall short? I don’t know what the new year will bring. I have no clue.
I hope for kindness and love from family and friends. I hope for time spent laughing so hard I cry. I hope for good health for those I care about (oh, and myself too). I hope for good books, good movies, good music and good food. I hope for ice cream cones on sunny days and perfect cappuccinos on a late fall afternoon.
I hope for a good mile pace and shoes that don’t blister my feet. I hope for jeans that make my ass look good and shampoo that smooths the frizz. I hope for travel to new places and revisiting familiar sites. I hope for dancing. I hope for long drives with the windows rolled down and the radio turned up. I hope for days when my daughters don’t whine and all the chips fall into place perfectly. I hope to not have writer’s block and I hope to feel free to write here about what’s on my mind – even if it’s not pretty.
I hope to revisit Central Park. I hope for creamy cheesecake and hot coffee. I hope to find joy in my work. I hope to learn to view my reflection differently, with a kinder eye and a less critical spirit. I hope for comfortable shoes that still look hot.
What are your hopes for the year ahead? I wish you a good one. One full of love and joy and exciting things. And even the not so exciting things.