10:50 am.
He’s softly snoring and once again I’m in a ball at the upper left corner of my own bed. He’s a spoiled brat. And I’m so glad he’s here.

This morning has me thinking, as is customary of the first REAL day of January. The 1st never counts. My head is always in a haze from celebrating the night before with the people that I care about most. This year is no exception.
In a pretty hilarious moment of that evening, my best friend pointed out two things to me-
1. This is the year that I finally burry 2009. That year is long since dead and over…it’s about time I FINALLY put it in the ground where it belongs.
And 2. This is the year of “Get Your Shit Together”. No more waiting for my life to start. This is it. Right now. And if this whole 2012 end of the world bullshit is real, I want to savor every moment that I have left.
I’ve also decided that it’s time to end my relationship with Jameson. Jameson and I have had a good run. We had some good times and some not so good times. He gave me courage when I needed it, helped me get out some emotions I’d been holding in too long, went ahead and aided in me looking like an asshole a time or two and also contributed a few pounds or so onto my body. So ya see- it’s been a real love/hate relationship. But it’s time to bid my friend a fond farewell. At least for now.

Each year starts out so hopeful. This time I won’t say “This is my year”. Because, let’s be honest…there are people all over the world saying that. I’m going to look at 2012 as just another year that I get to add to my life. And I plan on moving forward. No regrets. No more looking backward. No more what ifs.

Get Your Shit Together.
Make It Count.