Montag, Dezember 26, 2005

Goodbye 2005

I got this idea from someone’s blog (can’t remember who). Take the first sentence of each month’s post, and there you have it: your Year In Review.

January: My Kat made reappearance in my life today.
February (Horoscope): Generally speaking, this will be a great year for you.
March: One of those moments that is so defining that you want to capture every single detail of it happening.
April: It's my "I don't live in the basement anymore" party!!
May: Welcome to the World, David Andrew!
June: Don't watch a movie like 'Sweet November' when you're feeling down already
July: Happy happy holiday weekend to both sides of the border!
August(Personality test): You are nurturing, kind, and lucky.
September (Title: ‘tied cause the ref sucked’): My msn name as of late.
October: “Hope springs eternal in the human breast;”
November: The smell of the sweet grass I burned last night still lingered this morning.
December: Always got somethin' in my mouth.

All in all, it was an incredible year for learning and growing. Tragically, it was disturbingly overshadowed by the person in my very first sentence. Perhaps that was to be the greatest lesson to be gained for me this year. The true meaning of a friendship and the consequences when it is lost.

Generally speaking (excluding the mess that was created out of that disintegrated union), it WAS a great year. But I am more than happy to let it go and drift off into memory, to start again with a fresh perspective, energy and gusto in 2006. Ooh, I really like that word: enjoyment, delight, pleasure, enthusiasm, passion and zest. 2006 = GUSTO!

The enlightenment of March & April was infused into me with the above ground living. Regrettably, I have ended the year once again a mole.

We had a beautiful addition to the clan in May, my nephew David (and the worries about his health are now thankfully in the past, as you can see by his smiling face in the second photo of the past post).

The realities of incompatibility and heartbreak surfacing in June (that I’m not entirely sure I’m done with, half a year later).

Work, work and more work, despite the holidays that others may celebrate. It’s effective therapy, to a certain extent, being too busy to think about the heart’s injuries.

End of summer bringing about introspectiveness. Concentrating more on myself and my needs, the ‘good’ kind of selfishness and the insight that, you know what? I’m not much good to others if I’m not taking care of myself. Through reflection, playing team sports, thinking positive thoughts, practicing yoga and moving on, I am achieving this goal. Leaving pain behind, keeping the good memories and learning from mistakes.

And as for this month’s recap-in-one-sentence? What can I say, I truly am naughty and nice. Deal with it!


Queenie hat gesagt…

The backyard was such a waste.

She sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her bare feet, her cold feet.

She scooped the Kraft Dinner out of the thin pot, onto the gold and white plates and then placed a naked hot dog, beside the noodles.

They were walking home.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and Tommy was sitting outside.

A few weeks a go, my son and I were on our way towards home, a short trip to the variety for milk.

Upon the completion of the reconstruction of the un-motorised motorhome, Tim believed nothing bad could touch them again because his reason led him to believe lightening never struck in the same place twice, so why would a tornado?

The yellow bike was everything.

Don lived alone and three days after his wife died, he bought himself a riding lawn mower.

Minie was 14. She liked wearing bright red lipstick and getting high.

She had a real calm smile; it took its time creeping up into her eyes.

A warm day, like it had been the last day and the last day and the last day before this day and it was warm day like how all last days have been and will be.


SG hat gesagt…

Nice to have you back, Queenie!

Queenie hat gesagt…