I was roused from my two-weeks-of-having-nothing-to-do torpor when I looked at the calendar and realized that today is the very last day of the year. That’s it. Finito. This is 2008’s last hurrah, and I almost missed it because I was too busy trying to get past the exasperating fourth level of BrickBreaker.
Looking back, I can’t really say I’m sad to see 2008 go. It was a very trying year in almost every meaning of the word. It had some good points, sure. Wes and I travelled to Israel, we built a snowman, I quit my evil HR job and jumped ship over to the blogging profession, we remodelled our house, I wrote my first novel. In some ways, it was a great year.
For the most part, though, it was a really hard year. I got laid off, Doc started eating everything in sight and required one major surgery and one almost-surgery and then tore his ACL for good measure, we found out we couldn’t sell our house because the mortgage market went kaplooey and we couldn’t afford to buy a new house, my Dad was diagnosed with cancer, there was a sadistically drawn-out election, the US economy went on a trip down the toilet, and Wes and I learned that while we can stand having our house at 65 degrees, we really don’t like it. At all. Not even a little bit.
I have no idea what 2009 is going to bring. I’m inclined to be optimistic, because that’s infinitely more likely to keep me from drinking heavily at 10 in the morning than being pessimistic, but I’m not naive. I know that the first quarter of 2009 is poised to have the US endure one of the worst rounds of lay-offs any of us have ever seen. I know that our currency is in trouble and I worry about what that could mean for us all. I know that we have a President-elect who’s heading into office at one of the worst times in recent history and I wish him all the luck in the world because he’s going to need it.
On a brighter side, I do have some hopes for 2009. Even though I know that it’s likely to be tough, it certainly doesn’t hurt to sprinkle your doom with a little hope, does it? As such, here are my hopes for the new year:
- I hope that Wes’ new job takes off like wildfire. He started a new job about two months ago and it’s starting to build momentum. He’s been really busy, and I’m hoping all that hard work will pay off for him.
- I hope my Dad’s cancer runs away screaming with its cancery little head on fire.
- I hope Doc’s leg doesn’t bother him too much and that we can continue to keep him around for a long while longer.
- I hope for a nice warm spring and for lots of pretty flowers in our gardens.
- I hope to continue losing weight, though this might mean I have to start exercising again. Boo.
- I hope to be able to expand our family.
- I hope for better pie crusts.
That just about sums it up. I think you’ll agree I’m not asking for the moon here, so hopefully these hopes will all find their way to fruition in some way or another. I decided a long time ago that Resolutions made at New Years are no fun. They’re strict, unbending, and they start the new year out on a very stern note.
Hopes are much more fun, and 100% more likely to not make you feel like a failure should you not meet them. Whatever you’re rocking this year, be it resolutions, hopes, or an action-item list, please share with me. I’d love to know what’s on your radar this year!