It's the first weekend of the new year, and spirits are high! Everyone's (more than likely) coming off a short work week, there's tons of meaningful football on TV, and diets don't start 'til Monday. Roll Tide!*
"2013 is going to be MY YEAR!" I've probably said this 50 times in the past week. And I've meant it. Passionately. And believe it. Whole-heartedly.
But the more excited I get about the possibilities 2013 has to offer, the more I think back on 2012 and wonder why I am so adamant that it WASN'T my year. Granted, I did not accomplish a single item from this list, but, if I'm being completely honest with myself, half of those were probably unattainable anyway.
The more I think back, the more I begin to realize that 2012 was kind to me. Good things happened. I had fun.
I took this picture on opening day:
