Oh Lord is it a New Year already?

New Year Same Old Drama, that’s my motto. Listen, I am just a realist and I would much rather spend time laughing at my idiosyncrasies, learning from my mistakes and making valiant attempts at becoming a better person than pretending my shit don’t stink! I can’t fathom how you can get more real than that?

Every birthday marks the beginning of my preparation for the forth coming year. I end every year on the foolish notion that the New Year is going to be my year; come hell or hot water I will achieve perfection! Remember now, I did admit it is a foolish notion and admittedly so only because even I have the gumption to realize my end of year rituals continue to grown gigantically out of proportion. Mind you I whole heartedly believe my part OCD part cult like rituals will one day generate a life of grandeur no matter how ridiculous. I’m already working on a strategy of manipulation to convince my husband he wants to re-paint the apartment right before the year ends. I’m more than obsessed with spending the last week of the year tossing out the old, white glove cleaning, revamping and reorganizing. Every year my attempts generate much less than the obnoxious yearning for what I believe to be “Simple Bliss”. When my attempts fail, I blame the less than pleasing outcome on some erroneous chore left unattended; and still I press on!

This year was not a game, I paid for reinforcements. The housekeeper came in tote with two helpers; mind you the apartment is just barely inching up to 1800 SqFt but somehow my enormous family can’t find it in themselves to keep the digs presentable and no amount of my titanic rages inspires them differently. Nonetheless, buckets, mops, and advanced cleaning tools in hand my saving grace arrived and went straight away to the task of “anewing” my cocoon. The crew was just the trick I needed in order to outwit all my island born superstitions and catapult me with preciseness into a Simply Blissful 2011. Perfection is what I fanaticize over with great detail; understand, my reality is more than messy, sticky, uncomfortable and just damn well annoying most of the time. Thank GOD I dream in full color HD!

I’m still holding out on the notion that my superstitious ways will bring me good fortune. Either way good things will blossom this year; I just may need to pull the weeds out my focal point pasture of Orchards, Lilies and Gerber Daises. I’m not afraid though; that’s the thing about me, I’m built to sustain. Even in the crap I’ve always managed to be that diamond in the rough; that’s my strength! Here’s to hoping I did not yet once again derail my path to ecstasy when I hired the help instead of rolling up my own sleeves and getting my hands dirty…