May I safely come out from under my rock? Can I finally wear this t-shirt?
I managed the holiday season with only one (absolutely epic) meltdown. Hurray.
So 2010, huh?
I heard something on NPR this afternoon, describing the post 9/11 decade in very unflattering terms. I wanted to agree: the facts were there and I don't need to enumerate them here. Let's face it: the decade sucked.
But the truth is... (can i say this in public? could be controversial.) these have been the best ten years of my life.
This was the decade infertility lost. This was the decade I realized my husband, the one I had been fighting for ten years, was actually a wonderful, loving, delicious man. This was the decade of cemented friendships (maybe because I finally understood how to be a friend. This was the decade when I gained a sister. This was the decade I learned to control my anger, and then realized it was no longer controlling me. This was the decade of dreaming up, designing and building my dream house and garden.
This was the decade I discovered writing. Oh! and this was the decade they invented this little thing called blogging.
I'm ready for the next decade. I'm excited. What about you?