2009 was the worst year of my life.
There, I said it.
January Michael got a promotion. You’d think that would be AWESOME, right? You would be very, very wrong (at first, at least). Reminded me real quick of the Michael I knew when he was in the Navy. Angry. Always.
February we came out of pocket for an unexpected $1400 repair. Right after Christmas and two weeks of unpaid vacation.
March … we quit smoking. And that’s all I gots to say about that.
April Michael had a small health scare regarding a pretty common condition but now my baby has to take a pill every-single-day for the rest of his life. Want to reminded of your mortality – that right there will just about do it.
May I thought I was going to kill myself 15 different times I wanted a smoke so bad. Or maybe Michael. Or that summabitch asking for change at EVERY intersection between the apartment and the office. Anyone really. I’m not one to discriminate.
June and July I completely blacked out. We had visitors which was a great distraction and boy, we needed it. It still found us drinking wine in ginormous proportions to make us both NOT think about cigarettes and NOT think about work or traffic or all the other things that make people climb to the top of bell towers with a pump action shot gun.
Suffering rained down on us like bird shot. And that was before the bike repair we couldn’t afford in June and then the bike repair we couldn’t afford in July.
August had us noticing the first real signs of weight gain from the smoking cessation. So now I’m miserable, depressed, angry, broke AND fat. That’s the just the icing on the cake now aint it? Mmmmm, cake!
September we were horribly disappointed with our inability to purchase a house. Credit and debt (some ours, some fraudulent – check your credit report frequently folks, trust me on this one). How fucking worthless are we, right? Well, at least that is what we told ourselves a million and one times.
October introduced us to the WORST FUCKING NEIGHBORS in the history of all neighbors. Stomp, bang, boom. Constantly. No-no-no, I don’t know if you can really comprehend the hell that has been our daily fucking lives. We have not had one night of uninterrupted sleep since they moved in. NOT ONE. SINCE OCTOBER!!
November had us dining alone for Thanksgiving. Work, both his and mine, kept us down just like they say the “man” does. It’s true, it really is kids – don’t get fooled. The “man” will keep you down and he will take your very soul. All for money.
December was the turning point.
I felt it approaching.
The upswing of our pendulum. It is going to take the same amount of time to cycle back to the downward swing so I am jazzed to take advantage of (and most certainly appreciate) all the positive things that I feel are going to happen in 2010.
I know I am being that kooky person who says shit like “it must be a full moon” or “the tides must be high” or some other such superstitious silliness but I felt it coming.
Good shit is right up the road.
Just around the corner.
And I can’t wait to feel its breeze on my face.
