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Celebration Shoes and A Little Slip of Paper


It was New Year’s Eve and I rang it in with my new year’s date I mentioned in another blog and another homegirl and it was fabulous.

My one friend suggested that we write down something we want to leave behind in 2011 and then rip it up. We didn’t have to tell one another what we wrote, just write it down, rip it up and toss it.

I had a previous blog about the power of writing things down, and it seemed like partaking in this simple exercise was a really great idea. Besides, I don’t like making resolutions anyway. Doing this was a natural fit and the ripping of the paper really makes it feel permanent and seals the deal.

I’ll let you in on a little secret. I didn’t hesitate not one bit, I knew exactly what I wanted to let go for the new year.


Fear paralyzed me in 2011– fear of the future, fear of failure, fear that I wasn’t good enough, fear of not living up to my purpose, whatever it is.

Because I had a REALLY good time, my piece of paper kind of stayed in my glitzy clutch bag, so I didn’t rip it up and throw it out until now.

Now that I think about it, maybe I was already subconsciously kicking fear to the curb by finally taking the shoes I had planned to wear for my canceled wedding off of the shelf, wearing them and dancing the night away in them.

They were shoes intended for a celebration, and the time had come to transform them from a shrine to my failed relationship, into a statement of victory.

I made it through one of the toughest emotional years of my life.

The photos from last night reminded me of the girl I missed so much this past year. She was fun, she was funny, she was stylish and best of all, she was fearless (you have to be if you are wearing a yellow dress that requires boob tape).

My New Year’s Date

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Yes. I already have one, believe it or not.

One of my dear besties, who is organized beyond comprehension had already booked her flight and our hotel for the grand festivities at a lovely Washington, D.C. hotel sponsored by the local grown people’s radio station.

I’d been wanting to go to this event for probably the last three years.

Three years ago, I was unattached and a local friend who was supposed to go said it would be pointless because we’d have no dates and it seemed too “old” for her.

Two years ago, I was attached and one half of the couple who was supposed to join us, was totally against big parties.

One year ago, I was ending an engagement.

I’m actually looking forward to ringing in the new year this year with one of my most amazing, ride or die, seen-me-through-a-lot-of-mess-ugly-mess friends. She says what she means, she means what she says, and she’s going to be there on time and have enough money (even if it’s hidden in her bra).

Over this last year, with her listening ear and understanding of my penchant for Hooters wings and dark liquor, she’s seen me through possibly the worst of times and when we were in person, she came prepared to supply all of the aforementioned items.

Another thing about this friend that I adore is she won’t let me sulk for too long, but she allows me to and she will even do the ultimate anti-optimistic thing and agree that my situation sucks and is fucked up. She kindly reminds me that bail money is available certain times of the month after her bills have been paid of course, in case I am forced to react to things in a way that may not be rational or legal.

We’ll be dressed to the 12s and we are going to sing loudly and badly, raise our glasses, and if we don’t rustle up some men to kiss at midnight, it ain’t gonna matter, because one of the people I have always been able to depend on, will be right there.

It’s been a stellar year for her. She got her Masters, she got a great job in a career where I know she’s going to have an excellent future, she lends her time and talents to wonderful causes and she’s just doing her right now in a most fabulous way.

We will celebrate that in the year two-thousand and eleven, she thrived, and I survived. (Tee shirts?? I can wear one that says with an arrow, “2011 she thrived” and she can wear one with an arrow that said “2011 she survived”)

When the clock strikes midnight, we will celebrate that we are leaving the old and raggedy and triflin behind (Praise Jesus). We will celebrate what’s new, and the fact that we still can’t get rid of one another for yet another year.

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