First let me say, I had written this thoughtful, eloquent post over the holidays while we were running to and fro between the homes of family members. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really set aside some time to reflect. It was pretty much on the fly, literally typed on the WordPress app on my phone. I wrote and wrote. I added a few pictures. I didn’t even hit save. I just hit publish.
I went about the rest of the holiday thinking I had blessed you all with some delicious Hilary with One L bon mots that would carry you into the new year.
When Life and the the remnants of 2015 started slapping me around like I left coal in their respective stockings, I was glad that I had written a Christmas Eve post. I felt that I could cruise into 2016 feeling that I had snapped the lid on writing in 2015 in a definitive way.
That post never got published.
That post never got saved.
That post, when I pulled it up on my laptop, gave me a flirty little wink and then disappeared into oblivion. I didn’t have chance to screenshot it to salvage the opening lines.
And given that we are almost a week into the new year, that the 2015 holiday season was a wine soaked, cookie stuffed, snack infested, almost bacchanalian loaf about doing nothing but whatever we felt like type of holiday season. . .I have no idea what I wrote.
I do recall one thing, though. I mentioned, somewhere in the depths of those witty paragraphs, that I’d done a bit of growing up over the last few weeks. I’ve fully come into my adulthood. While I was writing the now vanished Christmas Eve post, I didn’t really want to get into the minutiae of how I came to that realization. I promised you that I would address in future posts.
That was what this post was to be about.
Instead, it’s just me with my hat in my hands, asking you to be patient while I bang my head against the wall for not saving my work (again) and work on stacking up my experiences like a Jenga tower of life lessons for you to pull and learn from.
It’s only the 6th day of 2016. Not to late to switch the resolution.
So much for flossing in 2016. This homegirl needs to save her work.