2010, You Will Surely Not Be Missed

2010 was an awful year for me, and I had the distinct feeling it would be. My New Year's Eve last year, was less than welcoming and what followed was worse. It was a year of unwanted change that forced me to take a better look at myself--something which terrified me. I won't go into all the gruesome details, but I will say it felt as though absolutely everything that I had been storing away somewhere very far, grew too large and busted the doors it was hiding behind open. The clean up was tremendous to say the least. Looking back on the pile of filth I rummaged through, I am shocked that I am still breathing and sane. 2010 was terrible, but it was necessary. Gazing at the beginnings of 2011 I am so happy and grateful for everything that ended in 2010, because my future looks a lot brighter than I ever thought it would, and it wouldn't be this way if I continued to hoard the past. So here's to 2011, a year with fresh starts, balanced productivity, happiness, and most importantly my bright future minus the past following behind it like a homeless dog with its tail between its legs.

And to my friends and family, you are the greatest gift anyone could have ever dreamed of. I am truly blessed to have each and every one of you in my life.

I know this post has nothing to do with food or culture, but it has something to do with me and the way I view things. I also felt the unexplainable need to share this with whoever is out there reading the stories and rants of a young woman in Los Angeles.

Happy New Year! I wish you all love, happiness, and health!

Narcissistically yours,

D.