So I have a theory...if you have a really crappy final day of a year, then the following year is bound to be great. So although I should be upset that I'm spending New Years Eve 2009 on my couch, alone, recovering from the flu (which I took a stand against paying $25 for the "it's all a big hype" flu shot), drinking my 4th bottle of Gatorade and daydreaming about all of the really fun parties everyone else I know is attending; I'm actually not. If you think about it, it's really quite funny. Here I was torn about what I was going to do. I literally had 7 options of parties I could have gone to, half in the burbs and half in Chicago, and instead the peak of my day was showering, the low was watching an online sexual harassment video for work that needed to be complete by today and all of the in between included sleeping, watching a Canadian based TV show, then spending an hour researching one of the characters from said TV show (which turns out he was in the top 10 of Canadian Idol), and unpacking my suitcase from 4 days ago. But back to my theory.
In 2003 I had, by far, the worst New Years Eve of my life...and hopefully that I'll ever have. Basically my mom ended up in the Intensive Care Unit for Bacterial Meningitis and was in a coma; however, 2004 (aside from the first 2 weeks of wondering whether mom would live or not) was the best year ever. Let's see, here's what I remember about 2004: mom lived (yay), I had an awesome 2 week stand (maybe I'll explain later), online dated for a few months which produced some great stories, hung out with my closest friends on a weekly basis - having bbq's and going bowling a ton (to quote Barney from How I Met Your Mother, it was "Legendary"), I went on a great trip to Michigan with my good friend Beth, I reconnected with a junior high crush, fell in love with said crush, moved into apartment with my college roommate in Chicago (which was the first time I lived on my own outside of college), officially implemented "Christmas-licious" and celebrated New Years Eve with my closest friends and had a wonderful evening. Not to mention, I looked good in 2004 (I'm just saying).
Back to 2009...this year has been kind of blah. No tragedies, which is great, but nothing really noteworthy either. I guess my high would be suddenly changing jobs and working for Feeding America. Wasn't expecting to find a wonderful organization to work for that I would connect with so much. My low would be my weight. I put on a lot of weight and then had to stand up in two weddings....gross. If my theory is correct, then I definitely think 2010 is going to be great. I have some predictions: I'll turn 30 years old...ok, so that's more of a fact, but I predict that I'll live to see 30. Also, I predict that I will be successful in my weight loss goals. So far, as of yesterday, I have lost 23 pounds since November 11, 2009. This year will be the year that I wake up and do everything that I always want to do but typically let some stupid excuse get in my way (my weight which leads to lack of confidence).
I've decided that I am so confident in my theory, that I am going to document it. I don't want to miss or forget anything...so to prove to myself and to anyone else that may stumble on this, that one shitty New Years Eve makes for one fantastic following year. Can't wait to see what will happen....
Jessica
