I’m not sure I got it right, but please note the placement of the apostrophe. It might be significant (i.e. I’m not about to enter my 20’s).
I think Mark Zuckerberg is kind of a hot steaming pile of doggie doo, and I have more frustrations with Facebook than 45 has enablers (that’s a lot, one of which may or may not be that Zuckerberg waste of space); and I frequently dream of completely axing my account. This list of reasons for not axing my account is much shorter, but apparently carries more weight. It’s entirely possible there is zero logic in this scenario.
Now that I’ve gotten a wordy disclaimer of sorts out of the way, I’ll tell you I’m spending NYE day in a Toyota dealership while my car is serviced; and I’ve killed some of the time by looking at my Facebook posts from 2010. Because, apparently we’re on the cusp of a new decade. And now I’m going to shove some highlights of my lil’l trip down memory lane down your blog reading throat. And, ultimately I’m grateful to be able to look back to 2009/2010 and see where my mind was. Social media oversharing for the win… who knew?! I still think you’re complicit garbage, though, Markie Z.
Chris and I had less weight and more hair in 2010. Possibly because we trained for a marathon, or enjoyed significantly higher metabolism, or drank more reasonable amounts of wine and whiskey in those days, or spent a lot more time running around after kids.
Speaking of kids, are you kidding me with this?
It’s entirely possible, hell, it’s a freaking done deal: I enjoyed a lot of things about parenting elementary aged kids. Much about life was simpler. Bad decisions, both theirs and mine, carried a lot less weight than they do these days. They were too young to know how stupid I am, but old enough to wipe their own asses. In many ways it seems like the golden years of parenting when I look back.
And yet I really have no need to rewind to those days. I’m not terribly sentimental about this mom life, and have never found myself to be terribly nostalgic about ages and stages we graduated from. And it’s not hard for me to imagine writing the same damn sentence 10 years from now. My kids are figuring out who they are and what they think is important. It a process filled with attitude, angst, and frustration. It’s not often pretty, but there is magic in being able to loosen my grip and let them grow into themselves.
There’s also magic in not having to escort them into the chalet and break into a sweat while wrestling on the damn ski boots and ensuring no flesh be left exposed like I did in 2009. And not having Christmas programs and Santa visits to squeeze into schedules already bursting at the seams. And being able to enjoy two cups of coffee in solitude before the roll out of bed on Christmas day. And actually being able to listen to the sermon when I sit in church. And, and, and. I could blather on and on and on. Despite the usual tone of this blog, teenagers ain’t all bad, y’all!
As is my tendency, there isn’t a lot of point to this post. I’m sitting on the cusp of 2020. My kids are both in high school. My husband is transitioning between jobs. On Monday I’ll go to work after 15 years of eating bonbons. There is much I don’t understand, and the upcoming decade (like every other before it) will bring changes and events I could never begin to fathom on this December 31st. I appreciate having the ability to be uncertain and content at the same time, because 10 years ago that was not the case. Happy New Year/Decade my friends.