What are you saying “good riddance” to in 2015?
There were lots of amazing things that happened to me in 2015.
My daughter entered a wonderful school that she loves. I have an amazing boyfriend who makes me happy. I have friends that enrich my life. My dog kinda digs me. I’ve got lots of things that I can’t wait to see more of in 2016.
But yet, there are some things that I’d love to lose in the new year.
Here are some things both personal and public that I’d love to see in the rearview mirror as 2016 approaches.
- Our National Obession with Tha Butt. I get it. I enjoy a nice butt. They’re fun to have and fun to look at, but enough already. And since I live in LA, I’m also kinda over bad butt implants. A 98 pound white woman with a huge sista worthy booty is startling. I’m afraid she’s going to fall off her Christian Louboutin platforms, spill her Starbucks and crack her head open from all that junk she’s got overstuffed in her trunk. Beverly Hills Plastic Surgeons, I beg you, enough already.
- Regret. I wholeheartedly embrace regret. Both sides. Regret for those things I didn’t do and regret for the things I did do and so wish I hadn’t. Stupid, stupid, stupid. These regrets seem to come calling during the grey of 3am when the house is ghostly quiet. They’ve overstayed their welcome. 2016 would be a better year if I could throw away some of these aging regrets and send them packing. Anyone have any wisdom on how to make these invasive thoughts go away?
- Real Housewives of Anywhere. Atlanta, OC, Beverly Hills, Des Moines, Kansas City, Duluth. Whatever, where ever. Hair extensions, trout pouts, acrylic talons and gingerbread colored spray tans on parade. And the completely staged bickering. Enough already. Please ladies and assorted husband types, retire to your tacky McMansions and give us all a rest. I’m Really over all of you Real Housewives.
- Family Squabbles. I have an “unusual” family. We don’t have disagreements. We have epic death brawls. We have reality TV worthy arguments and then don’t speak to each other for 18 years. Or until someone dies. Or ever again. Police are called. Restraining orders are issued. This is how we do conflict resolution in the south. I’d like to try a new way of doing things next year. How about we all call one huge truce? What if we forgot all the past name calling and gossiping and bad blood and just went on ahead? My family needs to learn something called FORGIVENESS. Look it up, all the cool kids are doing it these days.
- Fear. Can someone please drive to my house and help me kick the crap out of fear. Fear is like that kid that no one liked in 4th grade who always snickered when you got the answer wrong in math class. He was also the one who ate stinky cheese sandwiches and made up stupid names for you. And the teacher always made you sit next to him. This fear is not the justified terror that comes when you’re in a Category 4 Hurricane, or opening a letter from the IRS. No this is just that daily little piss ant Fear. Fear and his dirty fingernails have been seated next to me on this bus ride we call life for way too long. I’m going to have to go all Chinese street fighting on his ass and finally run him off. Would you help me? Is Fear taking up too much space in your life too? Maybe we could stage a huge bonfire and burn Fear in effigy? Maybe we could scare him for a change.
So there’s my list of the bad behaviors, nagging personal habits, and cultural touchstones I’m hoping don’t make the trip into 2016 with me.
What about you? What are you hoping to say Good Riddance to in 2015?
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xoxo-Rosie