I’m certain I am not the only one to turn contemplative this time of year. We all should look over the last 12 months and count our blessings. List in which way we have faltered and the was in which we pledge to not allow history to repeat itself in these instances.
What I have learned the year in review:
I can not be trusted with hot things near my forehead…..or neck….and maybe also cheek.
Merrell and Clarks are the only shoes for the middle aged working woman.
Stubby hubs hunk is more my rock than I ever knew.
Next to being a mom working in a coffee shop may be my favorite job.
You don’t know you are alive until you burn your soft palet.
Not getting picked hurts just as much as a grown up as it did as a kid.
I am awkward.
I don’t have an inside voice.
You should never let a day go by without hugging your kids. Even if they are teenagers.
The depth of a person’s friendship is not determined the give and take on social media.
It’s not that my heart isn’t open. It’s just that I have installed a filter.
Never trust a person who says they are going to do something. Wait for the follow through.
Nothing gets you out of an awkward moment like a fist pump.
A good hard long belly laugh heals the soul.
I may make too much eye contact.
I take it personally when pandora picks bands too which I am morally opposed.
I love saying see you next year on New Year like it’s the most clever thing you have ever heard.
SEE YOU NEXT YEAR!