I hate writing about illness, but sometimes it's the only thing in the storyline. That has certainly been the case for me. I got sick on the Friday of the last day of school and have been sick every second after that. This depressed me very much, which made the sickness worse and it's gotten to the point where I can't separate the stomach bug from the sadness.
It's New Years Eve and I'm thinking it's time to stop feeling sad for the lost two weeks. Time to just let it be what it was and move on.
Move on to 2011. I have seen several blogs where they have highlighted their year in blogging and although I hate to join and copy, I feel like it is necessary to resuscitate my spirit. So, here it is, 2010, as it was:
In January, I tried to teach Ramona to sleep through the night.
I got a baby ready for the day in February.
I broke down in March.
In April, I shelved some books.
On May 1, 2010 Ramona turned one and then she scared the hell out of me.
In June, I began to practice, for real.
I cleaned out a closet in July.
On August 17, I turned 30.
In September, I ate some soup.
In October, I learned to ride a bike.
I played the viola in November.
And a few days ago, in December, I remembered.
That was 2010. Now I'm going to leave you with my husband Brian's New Years Resolution:
"I'm just going to keep trying."
Well said, huh? Happy New Year.