2011 - Here I come!

2011 is upon us. It feels like for the last three years I've approached every New Year's Eve with the same sense of trepidation and frustration. "This next year has got to be better. Please let it be better," I prayed. When the clock struck midnight on December 31st my reaction was the same. Melancholy and depressed.

Another New Year's Eve alone. Another year to wade my way through.

That brings us to 2011. I don't what it is but I felt a difference this year. It began bubbling up in me right after Christmas. Maybe I am in a better place. Maybe I have surrounded myself with more positive people. I honestly am not sure where the change is coming from (props to God cause he is the source of it) but I feel like this year is THE YEAR!

I was having a conversation with a couple of other 2011 enthusiasts yesterday and I apologize in advance for stealing and revamping their concept. The idea that when the gut, the heart and the head align - that's where the magic happens. The magic is happening.

For anyone that knows me feeling any alignment between gut, head and heart is not only highly improbably but downright ludicrous. My gut and I rarely have any kind of meaning exchange. I stopped listening to my gut three years ago when it gave me news I wasn't prepared to hear. My heart is on my sleeve more often than I like and according to some very recent revealing information, it flashes like a neon sign above my head even when I am trying my best to play it cool. Don't even get my started on my head. My poor brain is constantly examining every minute detail of my life from every possible angle. Interpreting and re-interpreting until I don't know which end is up. That's about the time when my brain starts trying to predict what's going to happen next. Having conversations that could but probably won't happen days, weeks, months down the line.

It's exhausting. So between the three (gut, heart and head) they are never synced up. They are never facing the same direction, going the same speed at the same time. Until now.

Everything in me sees nothing but good things ahead. I have no idea what shape or form these good things will take.

I expect my work like will ignite my passions, give me an outlet for my creativity, and challenge me to learn new skills. All this while still allowing me to get my organization groove on.

I expect that when it comes time to move to a new home in a few months that we will find a place much more suited to our needs. I don't expect to find a palace for next to no money, but I have a feeling that we will find a place that is right for us.

Even more shocking is the tickling sensation that love is coming. I'm not dating anyone, I have not been approached by anyone who has shown any interest. So I have no proof that love is coming. Just a tickling sensation like trying to remember a name or a word. It's right on the tip of your tongue and you know it's gonna come to you any second. I'm not in any rush. I'm very much at peace with the idea of letting it come to me in its own time. That tickling sensation just won't go away. I can't help but smile.