In a moment of possibly champagne inspired genius, I ended the year two thousand and eleven with the buoyant declaration: "Two thousand and twelve , your ass is mine!" In retrospect, this was proclamation over circumstances yet to be encountered. Had I thought it through, it would have been prudent to break the year down to smaller and more manageable segments, but now I do realise that this would have been the height of mediocrity and starting the year on a mediocre note would have set that as the benchmark; and mediocrity is definitely something I abhor being associated with.
Truth be told, two thousand and twelve was a tough year in many respects. Life happened as if it was on a cocktail of performance enhancing steroids and in the occurrence that is the perfect storm, Lady Luck was charmed right on out of my area code. When luck absconds duty, you grit your teeth and get stuck in it; and so it came to pass, teeth were gritted, sweat wiped off brows and Father Time kept that ticker going. Lesson 1: When the going gets tough, the tough get going or they get gone!
The 'summer' was a blur and with it came the celebration of world sport that is the Olympics. Those came and went and we did as well as a cow in the Kentucky Derby - we here is the collective term I use to represent all patriots-to-death like me. That lacklustre performance by our usually spot on lads and lasses put a significant damper on the remainder of the summer. On the flip side however, new friendships were forged and old ones rekindled quite avidly. Lesson 2: Good friends are always good to have around as long as they are not seasonal.
Autumn and winter were about as much fun as an appendectomy with a blunt and rusty pen-knife. Teeth gritting only resulted in potentially high dental fees. These months were akin to that epic battle between Jacob and the Angel of the Lord as depicted in the Bible. Sometimes in life, the reservoirs of human strength are stretched beyond the realm or reason and we must look beyond ourselves for help. To the divine I turned and true to the word, assistance was forthcoming. Lesson 3: Swallow your pride and ask a higher power for strength.
All in all, two thousand and twelve was an action packed movie with really poor dialogue inter-spacing the fighting.
Two thousand and twelve, you have loved and left me but such is what life throws our way sometimes. I staggered out battered and bruised with a headache as if I got head-butted by a zebra. I have left feeling rather short-changed, like the water pipe forever ferrying water but never quenched of seeming thirst.
You have taught me things about me that nothing else could have and for that I thank you; however, next time, just send a letter please.
Two thousand and twelve, go and stay gone; two thousand and thirteen, learn from your predecessor, and be easy.
Here we go!
Truth be told, two thousand and twelve was a tough year in many respects. Life happened as if it was on a cocktail of performance enhancing steroids and in the occurrence that is the perfect storm, Lady Luck was charmed right on out of my area code. When luck absconds duty, you grit your teeth and get stuck in it; and so it came to pass, teeth were gritted, sweat wiped off brows and Father Time kept that ticker going. Lesson 1: When the going gets tough, the tough get going or they get gone!
The 'summer' was a blur and with it came the celebration of world sport that is the Olympics. Those came and went and we did as well as a cow in the Kentucky Derby - we here is the collective term I use to represent all patriots-to-death like me. That lacklustre performance by our usually spot on lads and lasses put a significant damper on the remainder of the summer. On the flip side however, new friendships were forged and old ones rekindled quite avidly. Lesson 2: Good friends are always good to have around as long as they are not seasonal.
Autumn and winter were about as much fun as an appendectomy with a blunt and rusty pen-knife. Teeth gritting only resulted in potentially high dental fees. These months were akin to that epic battle between Jacob and the Angel of the Lord as depicted in the Bible. Sometimes in life, the reservoirs of human strength are stretched beyond the realm or reason and we must look beyond ourselves for help. To the divine I turned and true to the word, assistance was forthcoming. Lesson 3: Swallow your pride and ask a higher power for strength.
All in all, two thousand and twelve was an action packed movie with really poor dialogue inter-spacing the fighting.
Two thousand and twelve, you have loved and left me but such is what life throws our way sometimes. I staggered out battered and bruised with a headache as if I got head-butted by a zebra. I have left feeling rather short-changed, like the water pipe forever ferrying water but never quenched of seeming thirst.
You have taught me things about me that nothing else could have and for that I thank you; however, next time, just send a letter please.
Two thousand and twelve, go and stay gone; two thousand and thirteen, learn from your predecessor, and be easy.
Here we go!
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