"2010 had good stuff, but a lot of it came at a high price," a good friend said to me recently. I have to admit that as much as I've looked forward to figuring out how to flip off 2010 with two middle fingers while holding a glass of champagne at midnight, he said it best.
Each year on December 31st I naturally look back at the year. This year I couldn't help but think about the slow real estate market, my daunting job search, 2 cancer scares, and our miscarriage. But how can I say it was a bad year when we watched our son blossom from a precious baby to a healthy, independent little boy? And I did find a job, one I quite enjoy actually. Despite a negligible vitamin deficiency and maybe a cavity, I'm as healthy as can be. And my genious husband has shown the real estate market who's boss.
All in all, it was a good year. But that doesn't mean I don't think 2011 can do better. A lot better. And I'm not afraid to say it, even demand it. Last year we started off by saying that 2010 was the year we'd take charge of our lives again. When we'd stop letting the economy decide what we do with our lives. And we did.
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