A single bead of sweat drips from my brow and down the side of my face as I continue to peddle without gaining any ground on the stationary cycle. A middle-aged woman looks over my shoulder to view what I am looking at on the screen of my phone and then coughs—directly in my face. I get up to leave the gym already annoyed at the fact that all of the treadmills have been taken. From the look of the packed gym, it’s clearly the second day of January during the week when everyone is extremely gung-ho about their New Years resolutions.
It’s not until I get back to the car that I adjust my thoughts to view the positive aspects of the situation. Yes—this is the time of year when I have to wait a little longer for a treadmill at the gym, but it’s also the time of year when people come off of the high of the holiday giving season and focus on accomplishing goals that are set to better themselves. (more…)
Somewhere in the middle of splashing in a puddle of my own sweat, I felt a chilling sense of regret creep up into the back of my mind.“Why the hell am I running so damn far?” I thought to myself as I continued to swiftly place one foot in front of the other. The masochistic form of transportation by my own legs seemed ridiculous when I really thought about it for too long, but I continued to keep on going anyway.
I spent about a week shuffling through all the possibilities for New Year’s resolutions this year. Last year was easy. I had just graduated from college, ended a relationship, moved, got a new position at a couple of magazines, and was forced to move forward. I decided to build upon the curve ball that I was thrown and just start swinging. And as the year ended and I finished my first semester of grad school, I found it wasn’t as easy to come up with another resolution.
I was already keeping up pretty regularly with the usual resolutions that involved making healthier and smarter choices, which made the year 2013 almost seemed like too good of a year to top. However, after one of the roughest New Year Eves that I’ve ever experienced, I realized that I would have to approach my New Year’s resolution from a different angle. (more…)
I usually get strange looks from people who find out my favorite holiday is Christmas. They wonder why Thanksgiving or Halloween isn’t at the top of my list and ask for an explanation. I usually tell them how I enjoy celebrating all the other holidays, but that I’m a little more emotionally and physically involved with the holidays during Christmas time. Somehow there is something about this holiday season which puts a smile on my face more than any other time of year.
It isn’t the cold weather or the presents that get swapped during this time. Fruitcake isn’t my favorite food, and I was always concerned with how some older, overweight man dressed in an insulated tracksuit and matching hat, was allowed to break into people’s homes while they were sleeping and eat their food in exchange for a few gifts. (more…)
For those of you who were in attendance at the last party that I threw, which was overtaken by the apartment’s vampire and her random friends, or for those people who have heard the ridiculous stories, you would think that I have since learned my lesson about planning “small get-togethers” in the New Year. Well–I suppose the second time is a charm.
I write this post as the first sunrise of the New Year slowly creeps above the horizon. Small beams of light are forcefully pushing their way into my rediscovered residence attempting to shine a giant spotlight on some of the events that occurred behind the veil of a starry night. (more…)