“What does this song mean? My whole life, I don’t know what this song means. I mean, ‘Should old acquaintance be forgot?’ Does that mean that we should forget old acquaintances, or does it mean if we happened to forget them, we should remember them, which is not possible because we already forgot?” — When Harry Met Sally
2010, I don’t want to part with you. You were good to me, and I am so grateful. With you, I saw all of this happen:
- We moved out of the city and became suburbanites. Although P claims I left claw marks at the Lincoln Tunnel when leaving my city life, I couldn’t be happier in our house. This also meant my return to driving a car — fellow motorists of NJ, sorry about that.
- Our daughter went from sweet little infant to crazy, climbing, mind-of-her-own toddler who is (in a genetically inexplicable turn of events) obsessed with shoes and bags. And cute as hell every step of the way.
- Our son rolled with the change of moving homes and two new schools. His imagination exploded and I love to hear his stories unfold every day. He also mastered potty training (OK, so it took almost all of 2010 and cut years from my life, but in the end, we got there). And, in a trend that I expect I’ll continue to report in upcoming years, he continues to be obsessed with trains.
- Fordeville came to life in this very space. A very big development for me, even if only four or so people read it (thanks, Mom, and three random car buffs who came here accidentally after googling “De Ville” and promptly left).
- And, most importantly, our loved ones are healthy, our friends are dear to us, we are both employed and life is good.
Did bad things happen? Sure. Dramas, change and general chaos reared their ugly heads a fair amount but I can’t complain. Really, I can’t. And although my grandmother passed away this year, we were grateful for the long and healthy life she had. Grateful for getting to see her that last day. And grateful that she did not suffer.
So, 2011, I see you peering around the corner. And I won’t lie to you — I am hesitant. I don’t like change. And, in a freakish but entirely true admission, I don’t like odd-numbered years and am especially afraid of prime numbers. I prefer my numbers even — from passcodes to roulette picks, you’ll rarely find an odd, and certainly not a prime, number from me. I can’t explain it but please know that 12 months of 2011 is freaking me out a bit.
Anyway, filed under “things I cannot change,” I will have to embrace 2011 soon enough, or at least cordially shake its hand until we get to know each other a bit better and see what’s in store. I resolve not to list any formal resolutions but here are a few things I’m thinking about tackling to make 2011 a good year.
- Be greener. I can’t promise any homegrown compost or swear to a minimalist lifestyle but I will say goodbye to plastic bags forever, be more conscious of consumption and think about other easy and meaningful ways to stop being an eco-terrorist (yes, that means the end of my beloved 1.5 liter Poland Springs bottle habit).
- More tech stuff, please. This was the year of the Facebook, the FourSquare and the Fordeville for me (the tweet was 2009), as well as the loss of my Apple virginity via iPhone and, now, iPad. Pretty good progress. But let’s see what’s next (Tumblr, I’m looking at you) or how to make these things work together better. Or how to wed my gadgets into better “make life easier” co-existence. Because this seems stupid.
- Be less digital — sometimes. Whatchoo talkin about Willis? You just said to amp it up next year. Yes, but I’ve got to step away from the online life when I’m with my kids. That whole balance thing — never was my strong suit. Being more present for them is something I can’t imagine regretting someday, even if I do miss your awesome tweet, email or Facebook post in the meantime.
- On a related note, I will slow the fuck down (also, see “clean up my language” under past failed resolutions). This year was 500 mph. Every day. The breathing room was little to none. And though I’ve always thought that I thrive this way, maybe I don’t. Because the sad truth is that I am missing things that are right under my nose. And not just paying a bill on time because I can’t find it (again). I mean the real stuff that life is made of. Note to self in 2011: Stop missing it.
- A return to current movies, books and music — ones that don’t revolve around toddlers. Enough said.
- Cook more. By “cook,” I mean the use of the big appliance on the bottom, not the one with all the buttons and the rotating dish on the top. I know how, trust me — I just, well, went 500 mph too often.
- Oh yeah, and get in better shape. I’m not out to lose a bunch of weight but just be a more fit person. Make the time for it regularly instead of that ad hoc run. (Running for the train in heels doesn’t count anymore.)
So, 2011, that’s what I’m thinking. I hope you have good plans for me too. Let’s try to get along for the next year because, prime number fear or not, we’re stuck with each other for a bit.
How about you guys? Anything you want to unofficially resolve to do? Don’t worry, I won’t hold you to it.
Happy New Year to you and yours.