A look back at 2010

In 2010, I gained a nephew, Clayton Robert Cockrell on December 1st. I lost some of my organizational skills somewhere late in the year. I stopped letting other people's negativity affect me, even though it took me half the year to do so! I started getting in touch with my crafty/creative side. I was hugely satisfied by my ability to re-create things I see online and in magazines, much cheaper than I could buy them. I am so embarrassed that I let a few people have such a negative impact on my life and on my health. Once again, my mouth said yes to too many things my mind really wanted to say no to. Once again, I am ending the year stronger than I started it. The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is about 15 pounds. The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is I have to work at being optimistic, instead of it just coming naturally. I loved how much closer my husband and I became this year. Why did I spend even two minutes letting someone's selfishness hurt me? I should have spent more time spending quality time with my husband. I regret not leaving work on time so that I could spend more time with my husband, more often. I will never regret spending time with my friends and family. I worried way too much about things (and people) that I cannot change. I didn’t send out cards to my friends nearly as often as I should have. Losing two pregnancies nearly drove me crazy. The most relaxing place I went was just our bedroom, snuggled up next to my husband. Why did I not unpack and set up the house when we first moved in? The best thing I did for someone else was getting over my negative feelings and make a special event really special for her. The best thing I did for myself was let people help me, instead of trying to do everything on my own. The best thing someone did for me was being the rock I needed him to be. The one thing I’d like to do again, but do it better, is be a good wife. Happy New Year! (Fill-in-the-blank template from Mary Schmich at The Chicago Tribune)