Ah, the end of the year. A time to look back and remember. 365 days of joy, sadness, excitement, dread, and everything in between. The good news is that from a light/dark perspective, the shortest day of the year has already passed! Excelllllllllllent. #BringBacktheSun
I’m finally beginning to piece together what everyone says when they mean time flies. It literally straps you into an F-22 and goes screaming down the runway at Mach 4 before finally dumping you in a pile on New Year’s Eve, leaving you to wonder what you did with those 365 days you were given. Seriously, does anyone else not feel like it was just the 4th of July??
I have gotten quite fond of the colder weather over the years, spending many of my winters up snowboarding in Tahoe or going for a crispy, snow-filled hike. Even last year, I managed to get out and run three times a week, even though the average temperature when I would hit the trails was a measly 17 degrees. There’s something rewarding about being up and tackling a day head on when it’s that cold. A fulfillment when the icy air fills your lungs and your ears feel like they’re going to fall off. Granted, there are also a TON of advantages to just sleeping in in your pajamas where it’s warm and cozy.
Highlights from the year were definitely feeling settled in our newish home, smashing a few epic races on cruise control, touring the Grand Canyon, and visiting with old friends from high school. I remember very clearly sitting in Australia in 2007, right before Thanksgiving, and thinking how modern and exciting the world is. Looking back, I didn’t have a smartphone or Netflix, a visually striking movie at the time would have been Transformers (what a piece of garbage), and Team Fortress 2 was the video game everyone was playing. How much has changed in such a short amount of time…
Ten years later, life just feels busier. Obviously I’m in a different chapter, but it feels more chaotic. The world is busy airing its dirty laundry on social media, news channels can’t find anything worth reporting about, you log into Netflix only to find that there is nothing to watch, and every day, social interactions and friendships seem to drift further and further away in exchange for the digital. What a mess.
It’s not all gloom and dread though. There are self-driving (maybe even flying) cars in our future, we all just had wonderful celebrations with family and friends, and it’s a wonderful to remember to be thankful, even in the midst of the drama or the burnt turkeys or delayed UPS parcels. On the movie front, (my favorite part of the holidays), Christmas Vacation and Die Hard both made guest appearances over the weekend, and I highly recommend going to watch Coco as well as Star Wars: The Last Jedi! So much fun all around!
I often have dread and anxiety when approaching the beginning of a new calendar. There’s a lot of blank days: a lot of opportunities but also a lot of risks that need to be taken. What will it bring? Well, I guess that’s for us to find out…
‘Twas the Friday before Christmas, and all through the hall
Not a computer was whirring, not even a trackball;
Docking stations left on their own on the desks with the flair,
No employees to be seen, none – not anywhere.
Stockings we’ve hung and the lights are all up,
I’m pouring a little extra in that bright red Dixie cup.
Presents are wrapped. I’ve no shopping left.
What’s in that box, the one with the heft?
Christmas music is constant and nagging,
I can only assume that goes with my eye bagging.
Trans-Siberian Orchestra is saving the day,
Let’s go on a sleigh ride, hip, hip, hooray!
The ‘riginal poem is too long, I admit.
At this point, I’ve tossed the towel and quit.
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