My 2015 Year in Review

We’re only a few days into the new year, but that doesn’t mean this little noggin has been doing nothing but sleeping and eating and beating many levels of Candy Crush. No way, no sir, not me.

I’ve been seizing each moment Walden-style, sucking out the marrow of life, retreating to the woods, abandoning all responsibilities, falling in love with an acorn.

The new year is often a time for reflection and looking back on the year that’s come and gone. But why is everyone so focused on reflecting on the past? Is it a testament to our fear of the future?  Is it because the word ‘reflecting’ implies examining something that has already happened? Is it because ‘looking back’ is the literal opposite of ‘looking ahead’?

In the words of a famous ice queen: The past is in the past. So, let’s stop looking back at the past and start looking back at the now.

Here is my highly anticipated…

2015 YEAR IN REVIEW

  • In a surprising twist, I realized Modern Family is very funny to me!

  • I blew up 13 balloons for New Year’s, and then they shrank and looked like testicles. I’d show you a picture, but they got thrown away because f*ck the patriarchy.

  • I fell in love.

old french fry
We met in a Target parking lot. It was a french fry left behind. I was a human woman who hadn’t had enough social interaction in three days.
  • I spent most of a Friday afternoon trying to understand how Iggy Azalea is younger than Taylor Swift. Still don’t really get it. Someone please explain.

  • I ate almost an entire box of Oatmeal Squares in 3 days. I’m currently on my last handful.

oatmeal squares cereal rip

  • I tried really hard to care about Friends being on Netflix. Realized I actually care about Friends being on Netflix. Rachel sucks. Phoebe forever.

2015 has been a time of ups and downs, awakes and asleeps, eating and waiting to eat, moments and other even less notable moments.

It’s been one my most challenging years and one of my most fulfilling, if for no other reason that it is in my immediate past and I already forgot most of 2014. Cheers to new beginnings and to new endings being made more significant when compiled in list form.

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One comment

  1. “I blew up 13 balloons for New Year’s, and then they shrank and looked like testicles. I’d show you a picture, but they got thrown away because f*ck the patriarchy.” BAHAHAHAHA.

    Thank you, Mia! This was inspiring! :D

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