I know, I know, it’s mid-January so what am I doing going all Auld Lang Syne up in here now? Well, because it’s my blog and I’ll write as I please, thank you very much.
When 2011 was coming to a close, I was ready to give it a big slap in the face and slam the door behind it. I didn’t really care one way or another if I said good-bye to 2011. I said “Good riddance,” to 2011. I was done with it. I was ready for 2012.
And, everything in 2012 — with maybe a hiccup here and there — was great. I had a great year. Just think about all those annoying Facebook status updates your friends post about their new jobs and exciting adventures and that was probably my year.
I finally was able to get back to working in my beloved Seattle. I overcame my fear of swimming and did a triathlon for the first time. I did a few half marathons and a marathon (whatever, running). I tried donating blood — not my fault I have low iron. I went to Crater Lake. I climbed to the top of Mailbox Peak. I got to see pretty much all of my family for the holidays! I kept up with my writing. I moved into a not-so-great-house with great roommates. I made amends with someone. With the help of my friends, I herded together our own Potlatch team. I added some money to my retirement fund that I can’t touch until I am practically dead. I did all of that in 2012.
Oh, and not to forget one of the most important highlights of 2012: It was a Leap Year. I spent Leap Day at Disneyland for 24 hours! If that doesn’t convince you that I had a great year, I’m not sure what else could.
Good luck to you, 2013. You’ve got a hard act to follow …
This morning my Facebook status was: Here’s to giving the year a good kick in the butt and inviting 2012 with open arms. Good riddance, 2011.
I returned home from my little Portland trip with my family and immediately went on a run — outside. (Refer to previous blog post to understand the significance of this).
The sun had already set and there was only a bit of light in the sky. But barely, I wore all my reflective gear and since it was pretty cold, I even wore gloves and full length spandex. (The only times I ever wear full length spandex is when I run in the snow!) I like running in the dark though. You can just listen to the “darkness” — and for cars. The last thing I would want would be the victim of a hit-and-run in the ER on New Year’s Eve.
You know, despite a difficult 2011, it wasn’t all that bad. After all, it was the year of the rabbit, and being born in 1987, it was supposed to be our year.
I ran my second full marathon, and even though I didn’t PR, I did it. In other racing adventures, I did set a PR for my half-marathon time this year in May. I was able to visit Hawaii twice in one year — once for a Frisbee tourney and a second time with my bro to visit relatives. I didn’t get fired from my job.
More on 2012 resolutions, the 2011 picture of the days, etc will be coming in the next few days. I just wanted to write this real quick before I headed off into the night, that 2011 wasn’t the worst. I am sorry I had no faith in you. I am sorry I didn’t treat you with respect at times (refer to above Facebook status update).
But, I am not sorry that I am looking forward to 2012. May it be full of many job offers (as my former boss/editor sent me in a message yesterday).
Happy New Year, everyone!
I typed out a reflection of the past year. Then deleted it. And then rewrote it. And deleted it again. Having gone to a Jesuit high school where reflecting on life was our forté, you’d think I’d have it down by now. Well, instead of reflecting on the year through my words. I leave you with some snapshots of 2010.
I have no photographic evidence, but I swear I did get a job in 2010 as well!
Happy New Year! Rabbits unite!