It is once again time to reflect upon another passing year. It is once again a time to be thankful that my younger brother has less hair than I do, and to be thankful that I did not get another gray hair, not a one, even though I definitely had the stress in my life to have a head chock full of them by now. And well, since doing this same exercise last year was successful and downright easy, I thought I would take the same approach by commenting on the letter I wrote to myself almost exactly one year ago today. Comments are in bold italics. And here we go....again...
Hey You, Again:
So, had fun in 2009 didn't you? Yeah, I know you did. Maybe even a little bit too much fun in some people's eyes, but, don't let their opinions of you form the way you identify yourself. Um not so much really.
If you think 2009 was a good year (and I know you do because I am you), then get ready, and hold on to your britches, because 2010 is going to be even better.Um, again, not so much really.
Around early February, you will once again be a homeowner. You will also no longer be in debt. Well, a mortgage is a debt, but it is a good type of debt to have. And look at your house! I must say, you did an excellent job putting it together. Don't you remember what it looked like back in June? Well, if you didn't, let me remind you: it was a shit hole. Remember that kitchen, and how it was so dated? Now look at it - stainless steel everything! Yeah, I know you were frustrated that it didn't get finished as fast as you wanted it, and I know your back hurt like a bastard from all the painting, but you did a fantastic job, and when you go to sell the place (which I wouldn't because the rent you can get or the building will always be more than the mortgage), you will make a nice little profit. Ok, this one panned out just like it was intended to pan out. The house is great, and it was definitely a lot o work, and I am still tinkering with it here and there. And that kitchen, it's spectacular, if I do say so myself. And I love working in it. Truly, I do.
How do you like that brand new SUV you got? Yeah, I know you thought about it for a while, and it was a difficult decision to go out and buy a brand new vehicle when the one you had worked fine, and was a solid car. But, you didn't pick out that old car as much as you picked it out with your ex-wife. It never really said "me" when you were driving it, and that shiny new black SUV with the sunroof surely reflects your personality. So I am glad you finally dumped that last vestige of your marriage. Besides, you won't EVER have to have to shovel your way out of anything with 4-wheel drive! Well, I don't have a 4-wheel drive, BUT, stay tuned, I still have two more days...
And you FINALLY quit dipping. I know it was tough. I know this because you couldn't do it in 2009, but you did it. All the money you saved you put toward a vacation fund, and you finally made it to Hawaii. Not only did you make it to Hawaii, you flew first class, you fucking bad ass. The very long weekend you took in Hawaii was fantastic, and you loved every minute of it. Oh, and do you remember what you did there? I hope you do, because I am not going to tell you! So I managed to quit dipping for all of a month before I just said fuck it. I was under a shit ton of stress and picked it up again. But as God as my witness, I will not touch the stuff starting the stroke of midnight, January 1, 2011. As far as Hawaii, yeah, that didn't pan out either. I was just too damn busy to take a real vacation, and the only time I took off was long weekends to work on my house.
Also, you got your ass back to the gym after a three month hiatus. Yes, I know you were busy with working on the house and life in general, and the fact that you completely fucked up your back at the end of 2009 didn't help matters any, but you made it back. You got into running, with the help of your trusty iPod, and you even ran a couple road races, so hats off to you. Now, that you are in good shape, do yourself a favor, and go get that back waxed! No woman really wants to fuck a gorilla, just sayin'. This didn't pan out as I had planned, but once Christmas ended I started a new diet with a vigor. My surgery in August really really really fucked with my body as well as my head, and I am sure I fought with a bout of depression somewhere during the recovery process. I did not get to run any road races, because the timing of everything just seemed to blow up in my face. And as far as the back, well, yeah, still hairy. I can't really help it. It's genetic.
Now, I will tell you this. There is a lot that happened to you in 2010 that words cannot describe, so I am not going to take the time to try to describe them, as some things are better left to wonder. But I will say that you did good kid. I tried my best, but I feel as though I fell short. If the things left to wonder where what the sound of having wisdom teeth pulled while being awake, my old me can take that wonder and shove it. No thank you on that one.
I'm proud of you.
The next letter to myself will be published before the beginning of 2011. Stay tuned....