And We're Off

2014 is here and we're up and running! Okay, so we've really be at it for three days, forgive me for my delay, but low and behold, we've got the first blog post of 2014! Heyyy!

Congested, this was my view NYE.

I rang in the new year with minimal pomp and circumstance. I had dinner with my family and settled down to watch the Chick-Fil-A Bowl with Duke and Texas A&M. (That was an awesome game, even though Duke lost. Nonetheless, shout out to the ACC!) From there on, it was smooth sailing until 3 a.m. when it was time to drop my brother off at the airport for his 5 a.m. flight. Alright, so it was almost smooth sailing.

You know the old saying, "Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it?" Well...be careful, because that saying does ring true, to a certain extent. In my previous post, I mentioned ringing in 2014 with a kiss from the Doctor (or, as I call him, Mr. M.D.). Don't get too excited, it didn't happen, I kissed my cat, yet again. However, I was wasn't feeling well the final hours of 2013 and the early hours of 2014. Was I ill enough to take a trip to the ER? No, but I was definitely uncomfortable. So, I "wished" to ring in the new year with Mr. M.D., and got "sick," but not sick enough. Yeah, I'm going to take that as a sign to drop that daydream right now.  (So long Mr. M.D., thanks for being my daydream man for 2013!)

My head on collision with congestion and sneezing had me waking up with an awful sore throat the next morning. Feeling a few shades of uncomfortable, I spent the first day of 2014 shifting my head to clear my nasal passages and watching college football...A LOT of college football. I believe I watched five games that day — not five entire games, I just watched bits and pieces of five games. I'm not going to complain, it was a great way to build more anticipation for the big kahuna, the BCS National Championship Game! GO NOLES!

Please ignore how awkward I look.

With that game in the horizon, my outlook for 2014 looks promising. I've convinced myself it'll be the year of triumphs and my arms will be sore and fabulously toned from the amount of times I've raised them in victory. My friend Vassi and I have also dedicated this year to the year of Kefi. We discussed our game plan at length during a two hour lunch yesterday (okay, so we mostly discussed boys, relationships and life, but kefi can and will go along with all of that)!

This year, will also be a year to build on my understanding of my faith and God's love for me. (I'll try not to get preachy.) After a late night chat with my friend Catrina (God bless her, for all her spiritual guidance), she helped me realize that I'm a good person, despite all my missteps and mistakes. She also helped me realize, that believing this doesn't make me entitled. I haven't fully grasped that concept just yet, but I'm getting there and I will get there.

Carefully yet deliberately I will arrive at the end of this year having fulling embraced 2014 for all it will offer and for all it's glories! Get ready, folks, because this year is going to be wonderfully amazing, I'm going to make sure of it!

Sincerely,

Cybill

Goodbye 2013, Good Riddance

In a matter of hours, we'll be saying goodbye to 2013 and welcoming 2014 with open arms. Perhaps, some of us will be welcoming the new year with a slur of well wishes, sloppy kisses and glazed eyes. Whatever the case and however we welcome 2014, I gratefully wish 2013 adieu. Good riddance!

Okay, perhaps I shouldn't really be kicking 2013 in the ass and out the door, but in the grand scheme of things, 2013 was rough. (Kids, being in your 20s kind of sucks. Stay in college forever.) I had a rough time living in New Jersey and interning in NYC. I tried to comfort myself with the idea that things would get better and I was just paying my dues. In short, they didn't. I danced my way out of that office.

In the following months my luck in the employment realm involved no uptick whatsoever. Was it karma? Perhaps. (But Karma, when will you work with me?! Huh?) I'm still waiting, hoping and working for the tide to turn in that respect. My moment of triumph will come! (Hopefully? Maybe? Oh, I sure hope so.)

Illness also plagued the house of Cybill this year. Well, it sure hit me that's for sure. This year, I took my first trip to the Emergency Room as a patient. My ailment? The Mumps. Now, before you go running to pump hand sanitizer and calling up the CDC about an unvaccinated scoundrel running amok, I did get vaccinated. I also learned that vaccinations don't last forever. Okay, now you may go ahead and call the CDC while pumping hand sanitizer.

While getting sick with the Mumps is a dark cloud that will forever loom over my 2013, it had a silver lining (and I'm not talking about Bradley Cooper). Sitting in the ER, colored in all shades of hot mess (though showered, I decided to forgo running a brush or my fingers through my hair prior to my arrival) I met the man I told my Mom I would marry. The ER doctor working that Friday morning was handsome in every way a man could be handsome. However, he wasn't handsome in the typical definition of the word. I'll update all of you if the universe allows our paths to cross again...

Mumps and handsome doctor aside, this year, I also got to witness one of the greatest girls I'll ever meet get married. (Definitely a redeeming moment for 2013.) Colleen made a beautiful bride and her wedding to Jimmy was definitely a highlight. The anticipation leading up to the day was palpable by some, but the excitement and the fun was tangible by everyone in attendance! Talks of the next wedding is now ringing, though it'll be a few years until then.

All in all, 2013 wasn't too bad, but I'm still happy to send it off. I had my peaks and my valleys, like anyone would, but I'm looking forward to the clean slate brought in by the new year. I'm hoping for 2014 to be the year of triumphs! I hope for one moment of triumph followed by another, beginning with Florida State winning the BCS National Championship game!

With all of the hope I've swept under the 2014 rug and another year in my 20s, I hope I'm not setting myself up for a disappointment. (As a hopeless optimist, it's a daily occurrence.) Perhaps I'm not setting myself up. Perhaps this is what life is like in your 20s. I mean, Helen Mirren seems to agree with me.

I hope y'all have a marvelous time celebrating the promises of the New Year, because whether or not you're ready here comes 2014. May it be a great year year of triumphs! Now, if I can only find someone — aside from my cat — to kiss when the clock strikes midnight...perhaps, I should call the Doctor?

Sincerely,

Cybill

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