let there be time

Montreal was perfect. Just enough energetic, and just enough lay-around-time. More on that tomorrow. Before I reflect on all the French accented fun, I want to give 2011 a proper send out. Jake and I spent quiet moments over the past four days talking about who we want to be in 2012. What kind of marriage do we strive for? What kind of friends, siblings and children do we want to be? Its a lot to think about.

So often we know more what we don't want, than what we do. You date a guy who does that thing and realize you can't end up with a guy with that. You do a certain job and realize it is NOT what you want to invest your energy in. You take a bite and know that you won't order this dish again. Its the learning curve of life. And this is what New Years gives us- a moment to acknowledge what that curve taught us this year- what dishes will and won't be ordered again. 

So here it is. A few things I'm trying to take from 2011:

- Don't press "ignore." Answer the phone! I want people to know I care about them, even if that is as simple as picking up the phone. I never regret sliding that little bar to the right. I don't want to be that person who never picks up.

- Take time. High points of this crazy, hectic, stuffed-full year were when we paused. Our wedding day was absolutely incredible, and I wouldn't have known that as deeply without the respite of our honeymoon. Time. Let there be time. I don't want to be that person who never takes a breath.

- Mutton is disgusting. Don't order it. But do keep eating meat. Leaving 6 years of vegetarianism in the dust was the best undoing of long-held philosophies all year. I don't want to ever get stuck in a rut and stop thinking.

It was quite a year...

...and here's to a new one. I'm already a little overwhelmed with you 2012, but I'm not scared. We're in this together.