A year of firsts...

January is drawing to a close and I look back with amazement at all that has and can transpire in the space of thirty days. Last summer I was bored with my life and looking for change. Be careful what you wish for; change came zooming around the corner and smashed into my life with the force of whatever types of aircrafts inspired the new-age Air Force Memorial. Not all of it was bad; most of it great and all of it very exciting, whether it be in the positive happy way or a more literal definition.

One thing I can say for certain, however, is that 2007 will definitely be a great year, if this first month has been any indication. Already I have compiled a list of things I've never done before, although I do admit that many of them I would rather not have to do again...

I hereby declare that in the past thirty days (and I will include the end of December within a 14 day margin of error to add a bit of drama) I had never until now:

• had my car totaled, or been in any car that has been totaled
  
• been issued a ticket (I didn't even realize it was a ticket until someone else pointed it out)
  
• purchased a new car (as I'd been driving my baby since I was 16)
  
• changed my driver's license since its inception at age 16 in Rochester, NY
  
• attended traffic court, or any court of that kind (an experience in an of itself, but best summarized by the kindly avuncular (thanks Mr. Striptease for that new vocabulary word) officer standing outside who assured me, "don't worry honey, it's just like the movies")
• gotten personalized license plates (to be obtained this week or next... stay tuned for the winner)
  
• ordered pizza on the phone (yes, that's right, I survived college without ordering pizza. I ordered a lot of Chinese and Thai takeout though... I had to eat something)
• lived in a master bedroom and--
  
• had my own bathroom (woo!! Come soak in my new jacuzzi tub!)
• seen so many people show up to help us move as I did last Saturday. A HUGE SHOUT OUT THANK YOU to everyone who came and made the experience somewhat entertaining... I think I lifted a total of about five boxes that day. I haven't felt that loved since I advertised a wonton party bash before I left on my mission in 2001.
  

I realize now as I look at the things I did that were mostly forced upon me, and with new attitude looking forward to things to come, that one of the greatest lessons I've learned this past month can be summed up in the following question that I now pose to you:

What would you do if you weren't afraid?