Good Bye and Good Riddance 2009 and Don't Let the Door Hit You in the Ass on the Way Out!

In 2009, I gained a new perspective.

I lost some of my sense of humor...but I think I've found part of it. The sarcastic part.

I stopped trying to understand something that is beyond my understanding.

I started giving serious thought to a career change.

I was hugely satisfied by the number of quilts and blankets I made.

And frustrated by the economy.

I am so embarrassed that I'm having a little trouble making eye contact with Hottie Doc.

Once again, I spent too much time on the computer.

Once again, I did not get out of debt.

The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is my hair! I'm growing it out again to donate it. Last year at this time, it was jaw-length, now it's just below my collar bone.

The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is that I'm a little more cynical. (I just realized that I wrote the same thing last year.)

I loved spending time with myself. Turns out I'm pretty good company.

Why did I spend even two minutes looking for that bitch on Facebook?

I should have spent more time hashing things over to maybe (finally!) clear the air.

I regret buying that pink sweater. I'm so worried about spilling something on it that I hardly ever wear it.

I will never regret buying my super-fuzzy, super-warm Skechers that not only were NOT on sale, but I only wear in the house, even though with that money, I could have bought the Twilight series.

I contemplated way too much.

I didn't sleep, laugh or smile enough.

Unemployment, COBRA and Sallie Mae drove me crazy.

Was my MIL crazier than ever last year? Or was it me?

The most relaxing place I went was my closet. I know it's ridiculous, but the order and organization is soothing to my worried mind. I spent some time lying on the floor absorbing the peaceful atmosphere.

I feel so OCD and crazy when I write that down.

Why did I go to such lengths to take on more work?

The best thing I did for someone else was not just listen, but really hear.

The best thing I did for myself was let my guard down and make a new friend.

The best thing someone did for me was give me a hug.

The one thing I'd like to do again, but do it better, is that one conversation that could have changed my entire life, if only I'd let it.