And a new one just begun. That song really sticks with me this time of year, especially the "What have you done?" part. You can argue with me until you burst a blood vessel that it's trite to evaluate one's life in the new year, it's just another day, etc... With my birthday on January 7th, there's just no hiding from it. "It's been 12 months bitch, what do you have to show for it?"
Every year on my birthday, especially since having kids and a house, I wake up and I have no desire to celebrate. Not because I'm sad about getting older. But because it's a week after New Year's and there's still Christmas crap all over my house. By the 7th I am SO over saturated fats and completely uninterested in cake or ice cream. Seriously, I just ate 1,000 cookies, or the equivalent of 2 lb of butter. It doesn't make me sad, I just have a list of things to do, following a couple of weeks of ignoring that list of things to do.
Today I have to get the lights off the tree. I went all out this year and really wrapped them on. I got 1100 lights on the tree, instead of 400. So that's going to be a project. I need to clean out the fridge. And other things that are so over due, I actually WANT to do them. Don't get me wrong, when Mother's Day rolls around, my feet are up and my ass doesn't get out of that bed except to pee or get another book to read.
So, yay, it's my birthday. Now go pack up that gingerbread house. And after I get through this day, what will the verdict be? What have I done? I'd say it was a year of treading water, of keeping the status quo. Of course I want so much more than that. But for now I'll be grateful that a new year's just begun, and all the possibilities that come with that.
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