I feel as though I should write an introspective of my year. That I should look back and remember where I’ve been and where I’ve come and what I’ve learned (I won’t; I will remember without writing it down). For a long time, everything was the same and I was the same and looking back over a year, I could write this:
I did exactly what I expected and feel how I predicted I would. I am the same person now that I was a year ago.
I can’t write that anymore. Haven’t been able to write that for (happily) quite a while. There’s something to be said for the comfort of consistency but you know what they say about the foolish kind. I’ve had enough of foolishness.
Which isn’t to say I won’t continue to make dumb mistakes, but one of those mistakes will not be listening to my mom’s advice that a wife’s primary job is to make a happy and relaxing home environment for her husband. For one thing, I don’t even have a husband (anymore) and for another, I don’t really talk to my mom. So, I’m pretty sure I’m safe on that one. How things change in only five years.
The theme of this last year has been bittersweet, and maybe the theme of 2008 will be balance, although I get the feeling that next year may not have a theme at all. My goal? To discover joy at every opportunity.