So, I am a bit of a whimpering drama queen when it comes to the end of things. Observe...
- I used to cry after my birthdays, almost as soon as everyone left. Eventually, my parents had me see our school guidance counselor at about age 10 to talk about this. She ended up telling me that she used to sprinkle baking powder on her "bust" (I had no idea what this was) to make them grow. I was scarred for life.
- Christmas, same thing. December 26th is usually my least favorite day of the year, and I have found a (probably unhealthy) way to get through it-- after Christmas sales.
- High school graduation was another event marked with an emotional breakdown.
- I was fortunate to not have to deal with post-partum depression, but definitely missed all the anticipation and excitement that comes with pregnancy.
Taking pictures and recording these moments and these people has been therapeutic. So, goodbye 2011. You were good to me!