Odd years and I are not BFF. My lovely cousin-in-law has a saying, “There are years that ask questions and years that give answers,” and it seems to be that odd years have a way of asking me questions. Questions like, What colleges should I apply to? (2003) What boy should I pick to date? (2003) Will I ever find my place here (2005)? Should I keep my double major? (2005) Oh my god, I’m graduating in three months and I don’t have a plan?! (2007) Odd years tend to be when I make Big Life Changing Decisions. This year will be no different. Looming the background of my otherwise sparkly spring/summer (graduation! shacking up with The Boy! A trip to Europe!), are many annoying odd year inspired questions. Will I get into to grad school? If I do, will I go? If I don’t go, what will I do? Will I be able to find a job in a sucky economy? Will I be happy living far from everyone I know (sans The Boy)? Should I redye my hair? What kind of new fancy phone should I get? See?! Big Life Changing Decisions!
My only solace is that this is also the year of my 22nd go around the planet. Which, as we know, I always imagined to be The Best Year Ever. So far, it hasn’t let me down. Of course, I could have done without the poo. And the beast of a breakup. But I found a love I believe will last, and had some fantastic adventures with a wonderful man. I had a birthday I will never forget thanks to my very best friend. I moved in with the beautiful AlexMac. I did well in my classes, and even survived the awful statistics course. I reviewed a book, I ran 9 miles on a whim and a prayer, and I’m still here. Ready to tackle whatever question Oh-Nine sends my way.
Bring it, Oh Nine, bring it.
Just, no more poo, kay?
I hope the new year will bring you many important non-poo-related things.
Odd years are usually bad for me too, but I have a good feeling about this one. I think we’ll be okay
I’ve never looked to see if even or odd years are better for me, I think I would be to scared to! = )
I agree with you though, no more poo is a simple and reasonable request. I hope it comes true!
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