I can feel it coming already.
It's the end of the year wrap up when everybody posts lists detailing the best, the worst, the silliest, the somberest, the happiest, the saddest, and the etcetera-est ad infinitum of the past twelve months.
And then they turn around and post lists detailing their hopes and dreams and plans and resolutions for the twelve months to come.
And then, they send it to you.
And they tap their virtual fingertips.
Those lists sit like stink bombs in my inbox. Not that I'm not interested in other people's perceptions of the past and aspirations for the future. On the contrary. I find it rather interesting.
But don't look at me and expect any such contribution. I'm no good at lists. Never have been. Never will be.
If you want a Reader's Digest version of the past twelve months of my life, my best suggestion is to sit down, make yourself comfortable, and visit the archives listed to the right. Then you can decide what you think was the best and the worst and the most annoying.
But I can't do it. Partly because -- guess what? -- I don't remember everything that happened during the past year. Partly because I cannot imagine anybody would really care what I thought was the highlight of my year. It may have been monumental for me, and mean absolutely zippo to you. Partly because I have a near-impossible time placing an -est after any one event to the exclusion of all the rest. Heck, I agonize over friendship meme's that require me to choose a favorite color, TV show and book.
However, in the spirit of being a team player I offer the following pitiful excuse for a year-end wrap:
My biggest accomplishment of 2004 was being here at the end of the year.
My resolution for 2005 is to do the same.