So do I call it two thousand ten or twenty ten? I just don't know. I feel like they are two separate camps and I am not sure which camp I want to commit to. My life is so hard.
I am struggling to feel comfortable in this new decade. I keep writing '09 on everything, but I normally catch myself and before I write the nine I throw a one before the zero. It just seems so weird. But I love it. This year is going to be amazing. I dub it the year of no expectations. When I say this some people start to freak out and think that means I am giving up or I am depressed or something- but no, it is the complete opposite. I am hopeful and I am allowing whatever is to happen to happen this year. I am open to whatever. How exciting is that?
My New Year's Eve was awesome. I decided I was going to stay home (after a brief singing gig at temple square) and do what I did when I was a little girl to celebrate. Aliah and I pinned a sheet to the ceiling (wall) and stuffed it full of balloons. At midnight, we pulled the sheet down and stomped on balloons with high heels as we got totally wasted on Martinelli's. BEST. NEW YEARS. EVER.
I am so excited for this new year and especially this new decade. Bring it on 2010- whatever you may bring.