2010: The year to love and be loved

Grubb and I agreed via text just after midnight on new years eve that 2010 would be the year to love and be loved. Between her, my sister, and myself, we've had quite a year in 2009. Of course all of our experiences were different, we still learned a lot about ourselves and we grew up.. a lot.

My promotion earlier this year gave me a huge feeling of success. I had been with the company for just over two years and I was on my third promotion. And not to mention that receiving a promotion while in the middle of a recession was like winning the lottery. It hasn't been an easy road by any means since the announcement at work. I've experienced my boss and biggest support system at work being laid off 1 month into my new role; I've had to deal with employee's with absolutely no respect for their co-workers; and above all, I've had to learn to manage 25 people in 25 different ways. So now that I know what success feels like, I am determined to feel what it's like to be significant in the workplace.

The holiday's always bring back great memories of being a kid. I love watching old family movies of my sister and I goofing around on Christmas Eve, vacuuming our designated rooms so we had a clean house for Santa. All the times I would play piano at our church's 11pm service. All the Christmas mornings I would wake Cole up so freakin early and my parents would tell us to go back to bed and there was no way we could so we just sat in her room and talked. The mess the boxes and wrapping paper would make and the countless hours of playing 'Girl Talk' or 'Mall Madness'.

I hate the fact that I haven't been home for an actual Thanksgiving weekend since before I left for college over 9 years ago. It's hard to believe I haven't spent December 24th or 25th with my family in Colorado in 3 years. I can't believe 2010 is 10 years after my sister graduated from high school which can only mean my ten year reunion is next year. It doesn't make sense to me that I actually know people who are married, have kids, and divorced. It's amazing what can happen in 10 years and how fast it can all go.

I wish every day that my parents wouldn't get any older. The more I get older, the more scared I get knowing that I am getting closer and closer to the days when my parents won't be here any more. I want them to be around for my kids 16th birthdays, their weddings, their babies. It scares me to think that my grandma passed away in her early 70's and to think that could be my parents in just over ten years. And if the next ten years go as fast as the last...

I know it's a terrible way to think but you can't help it when you reflect on where you currently are in life and the amazing memories of the past and only wanting that to continue on and never end.

Because I can't stop time, I am fully committed to this being the year that unconditional love will reign.