I woke up on last year’s first feeling refreshed, because I won the fight I was in the night before [with a bottle of NyQuil].
My last [KC] New Year’s was spent with some of my closest friends, and sixteen days later I put 735 miles in between myself and most of those individuals. We did have a pretty epic going away party (several).
I lost a handful of other friends, rather acquaintances, between there and here, and even more between January 17th and yesterday.
Several other friendships were strengthened – my night and weekend minutes are proof of that.
So, what else did I realize between one-seventeen and one-one?
- You can’t put a price on friendship, but when there are zero direct flights between the city you live in and the city they do, maintaining friendships becomes quite pricey. Worth it.
- Shit happens. It did to me this year, to excess; but, in between those moments, I managed to meet some good people and have some good times.
- The people you grow up closest to are more susceptible to the unstoppable expansion of space and time.
- The key to self-preservation lies in listening more, talking less and knowing when to walk away.
- When I get stressed, my stomach takes the blame – my appetite waves goodbye, my nights get longer and my pillows fill the emptiness.
- I cannot lose at the alphabet game.
It’s only the tenth and it’s already been quite a year. A lot of firsts…had Whataburger and Jack in the box, meh. Listened to Insane Clown Posse, still not a fan. Won twice at foosball, that’s right. Wore a t-shirt on January 1st, nice. Saw an ad for “awesome restrooms”, false. And, I will be getting my wisdom teeth removed soon, so I have four less dents to brosse.
Here’s to the best one yet, and hopefully many more.