Oh 2013 how you’ve thrown me for so many loops. I have tried and failed so many times. I have changed the way I look at things because of you. And I leave you the the midst of some major soul searching and a little heartbreak. You know, the good kind of heartbreak that eventually will make life even better than before. That kind.
I started 2013 out by watching the sun rise and writing down everything I wanted to get rid of in 2013. I cut those words up and let them fly free, then I wrote words that I wanted for myself.
I took opportunities that I would not have sought out before. I risked rejection many times.
I danced on a stage for the first time in many years. It was liberating and just as fun as it was when I was a little younger.
I dated a little here and there until I found someone who I spent an entire season with, and not any time longer than that. Fall was the time of J. Things have changed, but that doesn’t take back everything amazing that happened in those three months.
I didn’t complete NaNoWriMo.
I interned at a library over the summer.
I was a bridesmaid in one of my high school friends’ weddings.
I went to Memphis to watch a friend graduate with a Masters degree. I flew to North Carolina to stay in South Carolina and see Hanson in Georgia.
I got pictures with Taylor and Isaac Hanson.
I turned 29 and wrote nine things I learned in my twenties
I talked to Francesca Lia Block, and saw her at a book reading
I took lots of bubble baths
I thought about changing this blog into something else and then changed my mind
I joined Weight Watchers for the eight hundredth time a few weeks ago and lost 10.2 pounds so far
I wrote about dying to be alive
In the beginning of January this year I wrote a list of things I wanted to do this year. Thirteen of them. And I completed about three. But that’s okay. There are so many other things that went on, so many other things that I did and didn’t do and thought about and wrote and took chances on. And that’s what it’s about anyway, right?