I’ve avoided writing this post. Procrastinated on it. Beyond belief. How to sum up 365 days (one year is not that much time at all really, is it?) in one post – something that seemed impossible. How does one wrap up so much possibility, so much angst, so much love and so many dumbass-bad-luck-dumb-blonde moments into a couple paragraphs?
How does one choose between all the photos taken over the months as the perfect picture to sum it all up, to sum up 2011 poignantly and eloquently? How does one pick between which arguments and which battles were the most memorable, and which victories were meaningful? How can we even hope to distill the funny, fleeting moments with the small people we have created, when they pass so seamlessly, one into the other?
Days blur into weeks of routine and comfort and doing what feels good and before you know it, the year is done.
And honestly, I’m pretty fucking relieved it’s done. It’s been long and complicated, and quite frankly I’d sooner be done with it. I’m quite willing to let this year go un-recorded in some sort of traditional highs/lows/turning points kind of retrospective. Why? Because attempting to explain the kind of year I’ve had? You probably wouldn’t believe me.
And I know I’ve basically implied I wouldn’t be discussing any turning points or the like, so I won’t. Suffice it to say there have been many, and I’m looking forward to a slightly calmer, more-room-to-breathe kinda year. Lots to decide on, important official things to tick off the list.
And that, gentle readers, shall have to serve as an obituary of sorts for this last year. A handful of oblique sentences, and no, unfortunately there’s no photo, either.
As for summing it up: 2011? Get thee behind me, bitch.