Day 23

Sunday, January 23
 

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On Christmas day, when the presents were opened, and breakfast was safely tucked away in my stomach, I was lazing about lamenting the passing of the "only good thing winter has to offer." Needless to say, I was in a deep funk. To dwell pointlessly on my impending return to ice, snow, and the end of life as I knew it, seemed like the obvious use of my time.

In response, my mother simply said, "You need a project," and turned the conversation on to other topics.

It was that afternoon that the first seeds of "The Twentieth Year" were planted.

I contemplated for many days what, specifically, I wanted the purpose of my blog to be. One thing I knew for certain was that I wanted it to exude positive energy, a reminder of good things amid the hazy of January-March gloom I so easily drown in.

I considered where I was in my life. Junior in college, not quite twenty, single, and wandering. I thought of the weight that 2011 held in my time-line. Soon, I would no longer be a teenager and the Decade of Decision would begin. It seemed a daunting shift.

I knew that I wanted to take control of this pivotal year. I wanted to be steadfast in my fate, not a wayward spirit being jostled roughly through a faceless crowd. I wanted to remember always that even though the days sometimes seemed long (even endless), the years were always short in hindsight. I wanted to make every moment count.

Suddenly, the path was clear(er). The Twentieth Year would be record of all the good things I saw, did or felt as I took this newest step. Though my path in life was uncertain, I would enter into a new decade positively, optimistically, with strength and endurance as a way to maybe foreshadow things to come.

My dear readers, I have slipped.

Already.

And for that I apologize with all the sincerity I can muster.

I know that my promise was to make this "a place where you can count on leaving feeling better than when you came."

I also know that some of you are at the same point in your life as I am in mine, and that you turn to this little blob project as a safe-haven of similar needs.

I write to remember. You read to know that you are not alone.

I don't know. Maybe I'm staying on track better than I think. Maybe I'm worse. You tell me.

This is as much for your benefit as mine (Or it should be. I mean, why not?) so don't forget that the handy comments bar is as much of a suggestion box for what you'd like to see here.

If I stray from the goal, push me back on track. If I'm doing something right, let me know so there can be more of the same good stuff you love to find upon your visits.

No matter what, thanks for reading. This blogging thing is a team sport.

You and me. All the way. Friends forever. Kumbiah. Halleluiah. Amen.