Well, if I could just twist the meaning of soak a bit, I’d have to say I have soaked–marinated even–in whiskey this year. It has affected me by making me even less likely to get drunk, and often making me (and other people) worry I might be turning into an alcoholic.
I have soaked in some ideas–YA writing for work, sex and relationships (which seems to have become like a hobby), friendship and family–but I can’t say anything really stands out. I did also soak in a bath during our sales conference, in the very large, very posh, very gorgeous bathroom of the equally large, posh and gorgeous room I ended up having to myself. That was rather divine. I also fell in love with the rain shower they had…
To me the idea of soaking n something implies a degree of peace and the space to let go and not be tense, which is something I haven’t felt much this year, so it’s hard for me to really come up with anything concrete.
I’m thinking that this is turning into a series of sad little wines about my life, so starting now, I am going to pick the prompts I have something to say about, and try and remember the good in 2012.