I'm about to admit something I probably shouldn't. I can hear all six people who actually read this blog suck in their breath...you're nervous, aren't you? Nervous about what I'm going to admit...
On New Year's Eve...
I...
stayed home alone.
This is probably something absolutely scandalous that no self-respecting 25-year old should admit (oh right, I turned 25 a couple days ago...), but ah well, what the hey? I don't respect myself anyway (sarcastic marks*).
I actually took about an hour to get ready to go to a friend's house tonight. I was pretty excited about it too! Yesterday night I went to dinner with a wonderful friend who lives in London and was in town for the holidays, and we were able to catch up and celebrate the fact that she is engaged! For New Year's Eve, I was going to get to see another great friend who got engaged the other day. I could not be happier for these two friends who are recent engagees (yes, I made that word up). They are spectacular, their fiances are wonderful, and I can't wait for their weddings!
So riddle me this: Why then, with the prospect of seeing the wonderful Jess just days after her engagement, did I find myself dressed, hair done, makeup on, but not ready to leave my house?
I was baffled too.
I'm still not 100% sure what happened, but here's the ultimate conclusion I came to tonight: I needed a night to get myself ready for a new year. 2011 was awesome and terrible at the same time. Some days this year were amazing; some were dreadful...and with all that's happened in the past couple months, I wasn't ready for 2012 just yet. If January 1st is an indicator as to how my year begins, the last thing I wanted to do was come home to a messy life.
At first I thought maybe I could get myself pulled together and ready in 30 minutes...so I started my first bout of life organizing still dressed and ready to go. Then I opted to exchange my dress for a tee and leggings...and I got my life in order, as much as anyone can in a couple hours.
Here's what I know. Tomorrow, when I wake up, I won't wake up to:
-A dreadful hangover**
-A face full of makeup I was too tired to wash off the night before***
-The realization I slept in my clothes...again***
-A mess
-A task list that seems far too long and arduous to tackle.
-A cell phone filled with phone numbers for people I haven't called in over a year****
-The ability to spectacularly waste time on Facebook
Instead, I'll happily wake up to:
-A clean house
-A clean bedroom
-A well-rested self (I hope!)
-A feeling of calm
-A cell phone with far fewer contacts
-A Facebook-less computer and cell phone
I definitely missed seeing my friends tonight--and as a result of not going out tonight, I know I need to call these amazing people up to see them ASAP (side note: I didn't delete these friends from my contacts). I'm blessed with some ridiculously awesome friends, and I need to make sure they know that. Tonight helped me step back and think a bit about this year and how I can make sure 2012 is a better year. I'm hoping some simple changes will make life even better.
All in all, though, I'm really happy with how I started off 2012. I know, I know, that's what crazy cat ladies say to justify owning 18 cats and sneaking tastes of cat food..."I'm really happy with my life." It's okay though, I'm a dog owner.
Happy New Year,
love,
a
*Probably a year ago, I told my brother I need to invent "sarcastic marks" so people can tell when I'm being sarcastic. For now, I'll opt for the ever eloquent "sarcastic marks" in parentheses only in times when I'm not sure if you'll know if I'm being serious or not.
**June 2011--I don't remember the date, but I will never forget the hangover. Thanks, 2011, I never want that to happen again.
***One of my many resolutions: Wash your darn face at night, Alex, and wear something other than your clothes from the day to bed. You'd think I don't own face wash or pajamas with the number of mornings I wake up still in work clothes and with mascara smudged under my eyes.
****Was it really necessary that I had over 300 contacts in my phone? Do I seriously call 300 people every year?
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