The tradition here at Chez Interrupted has always been to ring in the New Year with a bit of reflection and a few “resolutions” (as the kids are calling them these days). But it turns out that this year was full of suck and, on more than one occasion, I had the sensation of being on a crazy carnival ride with no seat belts and only the sheer force of my will keeping me in the seat. In lieu of resolutions, I’m just going to accept that most of the time I’m just hanging on for dear life and doing the best I can. I am no longer going to feel like a failure for not doing yoga or sticking to my self-proscribed reading list.
2009 was the year of going gluten-free/dairy-free and the year of the Poached Egg Project. It was the year of finding old friends on Facebook and it was the year of feeling poor and stressed a lot of the time. It was the year of Lolly. In 2009, I rediscovered the joy of knitting dish cloths and hats, but knitted fewer pairs of socks. I found spinning and learned that crochet can be fun too. And this may come as shocking news, but 2009 is the year I gave up on the Master Knitter 1 project. (I just cannot bring myself to get through that damn hat, and I haven’t been able to get excited about the essay, even though I learned a very hard lesson about the care of hand knits this year.)
This has been a year full of challenges, with moments of both quiet joy and abject dysphoria, but I know that, ultimately, my life is full of blessings. Tonight we close the book on the year 2009 (and the aughties) and open the door to a (hopefully) brighter new year and exciting new decade. Dear Reader, may your 2010 be abundant with Peace, Love, and Friendship. Happy New Year.