2013. Twenty Thirteen. What a year. A horrible, horrible year in many ways, but also a year of great highs and small wonders. My marriage broke up and I nearly did too but I have carried on, amid much whinging and weeping and general feeling sorry for myself. I got a great new job with wonderful, wonderful co-workers and am eternally grateful for it and them. I moved into a new house on my own – scary but also amazingly freeing. I cut my hair – not amazing in itself but a big deal to me. I had a successful mini-market and felt encouraged to continue and have more in the year. My kidney function improved to 46%. We welcomed my baby niece Amity into the family – she is a treasure.
We (the world) lost Nelson Mandela. We gained a new royal prince. We were disgusted by Miley Cyrus (put your tongue back in your head, girl!), were bored by the whole “twerking” thing and watched a guy print out a gun. Western Black Rhinos were officially declared extinct. There was a new Pope. A civil war in Syria.
I made lots of new friends and re-connected with some old ones.
I made ice-cream. A lot.
I lost weight and gained it back again. Ice-cream may have been involved.
I walked a lot and cried a lot.
Life got harder, but, in some ways, was made easier.
I learnt a lot about dementia. More than I ever wanted to know.
I crafted my heart out, making and selling hundreds of cards, earrings, pendants, bracelets and brooches. I tried crochet (failed) and soldering (a work in process) and attended a watercolour class (inspiring and encouraging…will do more).
All in all, 2013 was a year to remember. It went by so quickly and some of it is worth speeding past in order to never have to deal with it again. It was the last year of my 30s which scares me a little but also makes me grateful to have been given 39 years when some people get far less.
I have some resolutions to think up and goals to plan for. I have moments to reflect on and hopefully gain some understanding from.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and the first one I will spend on my own for quite some time. This saddens me but also gives me a chance to think and plan and reflect so that 2014 will be as good a year as I can make it. I want to try harder to BE.
(Besides, when I look at the first photo I now see I had a tissue stuffed under my bra strap…coolness – not! Epic Fail)
I want to blog better…my last few posts have been less than inspiring and I want to
improve on that in the next year. I want to have a life worth blogging about. Time to stop hiding.
Hope your plans for NYE are shaping up nicely…