Dear 2012,
The last 366 days have been…interesting. There were some pretty good moments, and a
lot of necessary healing and growth occurred during our time together, but no
offense 2012, I’m really hoping that 2013 is less dramatic and painful than you
were.
Of course, it’s not to say that our time together was all
bad. There were certainly some wonderful
moments peppered in with those less than savory days.
Our time together saw Michael and I enter the Dirty Thirty Birthday
Club. It also saw us enter some much
needed marriage counseling, which has been stellar. Of course, the events that led us there weren’t
so awesome. Whatevs. Water under the bridge, right?
This year also ushered in a new phase of our parenting: we have
a preschooler now! Sybilla ADORES school
(I will never forget her disappointment that summer couldn’t end fast enough)
and is flying through her achievements like nobody’s business. Our fridge is covered in more art projects
than we have magnets for, and we are deluged with constant requests on how to
spell various words. I won’t lie…I am
excited to see what 2013 holds in this department!
Additionally, we were finally able to move out of our old
ratty apartment, complete with pest infestation, mold problems, and paper thin
walls into a two story duplex that meets all of our needs and then some. Now that I can finally proudly display my grandmother’s
china cabinet, I feel so grown up. And a
backyard! I actually have to maintain it
and set my garbage by the curb and everything too!
Lastly, the Mayan calendar ended, but the world did not. Kinda glad for that, aren’t you?
Our time together wasn’t a total loss. But events over the last few weeks have made
me realize that all good things must come to an end, and it’s time for us to
part ways 2012. I’m sorry that it had to
end on a sour note (really, 2012, wrecking my husband’s car three days prior to
NYE is not exactly an endearing quality).
Maybe after we’ve spent some time apart and had a chance to be on our
own, we’ll be able to look back more fondly and recall the good ol’ days with
each other. I know this is hard for you,
especially with 2013 right here, but I think you’ll agree that it’s for the
best. I could try and tell you that it’s
me, not you, but that would be a lie, and I still have some respect for you.
If it makes you feel any better, I’m not making any
resolutions for 2013. I can’t imagine
making them with anyone else right now. I
think after all of them pretty much backfired with you, I’m beginning to think
that maybe resolutions just aren’t for me.
I may come out at the end of my time with 2013 and think that otherwise,
but only time will tell.
Sincerely,
Kelly
