The End of Another Year

This has been a big year for me. I graduated with my master's degree. I went to Disney World for the second time and New York for the first. My husband and I celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary. I was cast in my first play in seven years (two plays at once, actually--rehearsals start January 3rd!). I completed my first collection of short stories, though who knows how much tweaking it will receive before it's published (if ever). I had a few short stories published individually. I broke my aversions to fish, various fruits, and tried many many many new foods. I've completed a few editing and freelance writing jobs, some paid in money and some with the advancement of my career. And while I wouldn't say it was the best year ever, it was a fruitful one.

So here comes 2012. My husband plan to ring in this new year at a charity ball in our little town, with dinner and dancing and wine. Usually, New Year's isn't a big deal for us--we often go to bed by ten and wake up to the strict new regimens we've set for ourselves rather than hangovers and brunch. We intentionally diminish the celebration so the resolutions won't be so hard to keep. But this year, we're trying to make fewer strict resolutions and more manageable ones that can be built into lifelong habits. We're trying to build our lives more solidly instead of blasting calories for a month only to slide back into overeating.