On New Year’s Eve 2008 and 2009, I did the exact same thing with the exact same people. And while I had fun (singing and dancing) and got fairly drunk, 2009 and 2010 were not easy years. They have been, by far, two of the most challenging and somewhat difficult I’ve been though.
Every since graduating from college, I feel like I’ve been floating in limbo. I moved to Austin, hoping to find some sense of direction or purpose. And while living there was a growing experience, full of mistakes and poor decisions, I can’t regret my choices because they’ve gotten me back to where I feel I need to be. They’ve gotten me to where I should be, in this moment.
So last night, I kept it low-key. Had fun, drank some champagne, had some cake. Then I walked home, listening to music at 2 a.m., among the crowds of people running around the streets of Wicker Park. And I smiled. Because it’s 2011. And for once, I have realistic hopes for the year. Not resolutions, but goals. I think this is the just the beginning.
I can’t wait to see what happens next.