I realize that I haven't been a great blogger.
I haven't even friggin blogged (is that a term?) for almost a YEAR.
Yet I noticed today that I have had over 100 page views in the last month.
WHAT?!?!
That makes absolutely no sense at all, especially seeing that I haven't even been looking at my own page.
SO WHO KEEPS CHECKING BACK?!?!?
Lord only knows. I keep picturing someone waking up every Goddamned morning like it's friggin Christmas or something hoping for a present under their metaphorical tree. But alas, no matter how many times they refresh this page there are no new posts.
NOTHING.
So this post is for you, you creepy, excitable internet stalker you.
2012 IS HERE!! *shoots imaginary guns into the sky (or in my case an imaginary ninja on the ceiling)*
...so are we going to all die in horrible and unimaginable ways this year? No no. Well, Maybe some of you *wink*, but definitely not me because...
THIS IS MY YEAR!!!
So how many of you have heard someone say that before?
"Last year was okay, but this year I feel it. This year is MY year. It will be the year of ME."
Ummmm... yeah.... right.....sure....
I'd love to crawl inside these weirdos' brains and see how long the hamster has been dead on the wheel. Seriously though, wouldn't it be safe to say that every year is "your" year because you are still alive and able to continue on with your existence??
Secret: I did kind of say that to myself this year.
But ONLY after I had a mild nervous breakdown 2 weeks into this glorious year. So, I think it's okay.
....right?
No. There is no excuse for the fact that I want 2012 to be "the year of me". But just hear me out, k?
I started this year with some major changes being thrown at me (the specifics aren't necessary here... sorry all of my stalkers) and I felt that there were many important aspects of my life that were completely out of my control. I was just running around with life happening around me and I was just out of reach from everything I really cared about. So I did what any 27-year old woman would do:
I sat on the floor of my living room in complete darkness and wept like a wee baby. (to be fair, I think that is better than a lot of amazing 27-year olds I look up to... Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, and Nat Jaffe... (look him up))
I quickly realized that I couldn't live this way so I made a list (ask my stalkers - I LOVE LISTS) of all the things out of my control with all the possible outcomes of these things. I finished the note, and stared at it. Everything was now in within my control because all the outcomes were clearly listed on paper. Somehow that helped me get back on track.
PHEW.
So here I am, almost one month into 2012, and I am feeling like I am ready to take on the world. And I will. Because it's all within my control.
Until the next time I need to be a bit more introspective (I promise this won't be what I post about all the time),
The girl who is making every year our year.
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P.S. I thought I would also put together a small list (see?!?! I LOVE EM!) of some hilarious moments since I last posted:
-the time the guy came into the clinic I was temping at and legit flirted with me while explaining he needed to get an STD check from "all the ladies" he'd been with
-the time my dishwasher exploded and all I could do was say "holy shit" repeatedly
-I pushed my car with my kayak strapped to the roof to a new dwelling
-I went out of my way to grab cats
-I played a music gig where I also got to be in an old saloon fight
-The local radio mentioned me as I was stepping out of the shower
-I started making jam and set my stove on fire
