Happy New Year! Usually I make a list of all the things I accomplished in the past year, and it's often surprising and encouraging (i.e. I learned to drive a standard so I could buy a Mini Cooper, I stayed out partying in Dublin 'til 5 a.m., I ate a scorpion). I'm not doing that this year, though, because my list would read like this: 1) Raised a two-year-old. No easy feat, but hardly the stuff of an exciting blog post. I also don't have any resolutions for next year because, to be quite frank, I'd just like to get through it in one piece. The Terrible Twos aren't necessarily terrible, just taxing. And exhausting. And frustrating. And soul-sucking.
So I looked up last year's New Year's list and this was what it said (with updates):
Wishing all of the Candy Yum Yum readers a sweet 2008. And now, I begin the annual January purge/organization/diet. First, I have 3,000 e-mails to go through in my mailbox. This is a task that I dread but I must do it. (UPDATE: I started cleaning out my in-box last week. I think I got it down to 2500. Only now I have an additional work e-mail, which means I have even more crap to sift through.)
I have a box full of miscellaneous candy that needs to be eaten or given away or baked into cookies. (UPDATE: This is a constant variable in my life.)
I have to figure out why my on-line xylophone lessons suddenly aren't working. (UPDATE: I haven't touched the xylophone, except to use it to balance my coffee on while turning on Curious George in the morning.)
I must somehow, some way clean off my desk. (UPDATE: In order to clean the house for Christmas Eve, I took a laundry basket and just dumped everything into it. So my desk is clean. But I now have a laundry basket next to my bed full of bills, photographs, candy bars and miscellaneous crap.)
And lastly, I must figure out a way to successfully lose some poundage while still maintaining this blog. (UPDATE: The Great Plague that hit me in October did a number on my system. A month of nausea combined with actually getting on the treadmill five days a week has resulted in a ten pound loss, while still maintaining my candy addiction. Go me!)
So, dear Yumsters, I have no expectations for 2009. Will I continue my career in publishing, as gut-wrenchingly torturous as it can be? Or will I pursue different avenues, perhaps getting back to my art roots? Will the recession force me to cancel Netflix? Will I survive potty training? And will Hershey bring back the Bar None? Only time will tell, my friends. So, how about you? What are your grand delusions for the new year?