This is gonna be my year. I just know it.
Doesn't everyone start out a new year by saying something like that? I'm pretty sure I have done that a zillion (well, 30 times). This time, I feel it. I'm 10 days into 2012, and I can tell that things are looking up for me. Not because I found a lucky penny or a magical Leprechaun, but because 2011 was so terrible in so many ways that things can really only go up from there.
At the moment, I'm not doing anything incredibly exciting. I'm enjoying a little less craziness from work to make up for all of the 70 hour weeks that I pulled in November and December. I started classes again yesterday. I got great news on the work front that proves all of my hard work is paying off. There is still a lot on my plate, but I like it that way.
My 31st birthday was last week, and I am happy to say that I didn't ring it in with any of the crazy anxiety that came along with 30. I partially wonder if I brought all of the drama and problems of last year on myself, but I think I just needed a bad year to make me appreciate the good ones.
This is going to be a good one.
18 hours ago