So, yesterday, I woke up with a bloody nose. Not woke up and then got a bloody nose, but woke up with a bloody nose. (sorry to the sheets in the guest room).
Now, while this may seem like a not so great way to start the New Year, I am choosing to see it as blood letting. Out with the bad blood I was obviously carrying near my nose and now my body will make new, awesome, 2009 is going to rock blood to replace what I lost.
And, even if that is not the case, the fact that I have taken this optimistic spin on this bloody start to 2009 is already a sign of improvement, if only in attitude in this new year, and that counts for something, right?
Oh no! Have I turned into Pollyanna in the new year? I mean, I’d like to be pleasant, but not so optimistic and sweet that you’d want to drop kick me into the Hudson River. Okay, who are we kidding, even if I was trying, I don’t think I could ever be that pleasant or sweet. Glad I dodged that bullet.
