Ever since the toad on my toilet incident, I can’t help but keep an eye out for more. I’m not scared of them, just wondering how likely it’d happen again.
But here’s to the end of another year. When I think about the highlights of the year, they actually sound like the cards picked up in a boardgame.
I won two tickets to see Les Misérables from a newspaper. I remember finding out last minute, how I begged my boss to let me go, how I scurried to grab the tickets before the office closed, and how a plan was constructed under two hours.
My car went to the shop, and they let me borrow the biggest truck on the lot for a week.
I reunited with some relatives, and later went on a cruise where I saw my sister getting married. Same year, I saw an old friend also getting hitched.
I went on a solo trip and humorously, yet awkwardly, ran into one of my music heroes on the streets. Coming home after that, I ran into a lull in life and found reasons to sneak off occasionally to catch a concert or show.
I started learning a new language. And I love it. It’s bringing out different sides of me.
I played the violin only once this year as a guest player. And no one guessed it had been three years since I had played a note.
I even clashed with the dating scene a little bit.
Lastly, I went through numerous kinds of rejections that have strengthened and made me ready to take on new ones.
Here’s to not just a new year, as every year starts new. But here’s to…
Admittedly, I’m not sure!