new year.

And yet another year has passed us. We've successfully managed to once again avert such things as the Apocalypse, skies raining down frogs and making a dent in the national debt. But hey, the good news is that we almost launched Orion. Almost. Anyway, for me personally the year was epic. Yes I realize epic has been logged as one of the most overused words in 2010, followed by Facebook and Google, but really... epic seems to encompass it quite well. I got a job (one year ago--today's my "service anniversary"--ohhh yeah), have a super stellar boyfriend, went on adventures with said super stellar boyfriend, have my own apartment, and have visited almost all of my friends at one point or another in the past year. Yeah I know... it was a good one. I sometimes get annoyed with the whole "Omigosh I can't believe it's 2011 already! 2010 flew by sooo fast!" because come on, you know you said the same shit about 2009, 2000 (thank Lawd Awmighty we're still alive!), 1985 and 1901... you get my point.

I've come to the realization that with age comes speed. Speed in terms of hours, days, months, years. I know that by the time I'm 40 I'm going to be looking at my wrinkly (clearly this is a figure of speech because when I'm 40 I'll be tight as a fresh oyster) ass and thinking "Where did the time go!?" That's why I'm hellbent on making the most of these precious twentysomething years. Well actually, I'm hellbent on making the most out of all of my years. I think that's been my prerogative since childhood. I mean, why not?

I know it's corny to hop on the resolution bandwagon, but this is actually one of my favorite times of the year. Somehow the first of the year has become the benchmark for goals and fresh starts--not that January 1st is any different than July 8th or April 12th, but since it's easy to remember, people holiday it up. Regardless, I'm a big fan of resolution time. I don't love it when the gym is packed beyond belief because for the first month (or 6 days) of a person's get-fit-or-else diet goal, they ransack the gym, BUT I applaud the effort. Since America continues to ingest growth hormones and simple sugars to make our bootays fatter, maybe a few will actually stick to it. My goal for 2011? For everyone to jump on the bandy so that we can all shut-the-front-door about airplane seats not being big enough. COME ON. I realize I'm just ranting now, but if these people would stick to their Slim Jim goals, we wouldn't have to deal with this disaster. But what do I know...

My goals naturally include fitness, marathon-ing, getting my six pack back (if I pretend like I've had one before, maybe it will be easier this go-around), re-learning how to play the piano so that I can be the singer-songwriter hippie I was born to be, and a few others. I also want to re-learn how to knit, but that could be a long shot. Yeah, I said RE-learn.

Anyway, I wish you all well with your goal-setting AND -maintaining. I'll be checking in with all of you (I'm referring to my 1.25 readers) from time to time to see that you're not violating my airplane code. Thank you in advance.