End of 2010/Beginning of 2011

I haven't blogged since the middle of December and here it is the end of the first week in January.  It seems like forever ago, but really...not.

My two weeks off from work were nice.  Spent some time with family, chilled out, watched a lot of tv, got some exercise, watched some football, cooked, cleaned, the usual.  Stressed out a lot.  Which was stupid.  It's all my fault, too. It's a long story, but it involved reading my electric bill wrong and thinking the electricity was going to be turned off any minute because I didn't have the money to pay it until the first.  If I had gone back and re-read my electric bill, it would have saved me roughly 379 panic attacks.  So my "chilling out" was seriously hampered the first week of my vacation.

I did not make NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS like I always do, but I set goals for where I wanted to be this time next year and by the end of January.  Which means in my mind that I don't have to do them all RIGHT NOW, but I've recognized that they're all part of a process.  And my goals for January aren't even things that all have to be done right this minute like every day in the month of January I'm going to eat my vegetables and work out for 2 hours a day.  For example, one goal for January is that I'm going to take a room in my house each week-end and clean/re-organize/re-arrange.  Which I like a whole lot better than "I AM GOING TO REORGANIZE MY WHOLE HOUSE!!!" Which is destined to fail because my whole house is a little overwhelming, but my bathroom during the week-end of January 7-9 doesn't leave me feeling all that freaked.

But still, when I was going through my calendars for 2011 I just had this feeling of "Ick" like I don't want to deal with 2011.  No offense 2011, but for some reason I just don't like you.  It's like when you meet a person and they seem alright but for some reason you just don't like them.  I'm sure you're a perfectly nice year, but I'm not feeling it.  Maybe it's because you're the year that's going to force me to turn 40.  Maybe I just don't like the number 11.  I don't know.  But for some reason I was putting dates on my calendar and just kept thinking I just don't want to deal.

Part of my problem is that there have been several years where nothing really bad has happened.  Maybe somewhere in the back of my mind is the thought that the other shoe has to drop eventually.  I'm not really sure.  I've just been kind of "meh" all week.  But...I'm a Member of the Band over at Band Back Together and this is the year of "Bringing Back the Happy" over there.  It's the Bringing Happy Back World Tour and I am going on it.  I just didn't realize I was going to drag myself kicking and screaming and I'm really not sure why.