The year is ending. Tonight, in case you didn’t know.
“Ha ha”, you laugh. “Who doesn’t realize it’s New Year’s Eve? “
“It can happen”, I warn. And I should know.
I was once invited to a New Year’s party and spent all of New Year’s Eve day planning what I’d wear and what I would bring to the party…the next night. I felt entirely ready and completely organized until my then boyfriend said;
“Ready to go?”
“Huh? Where?” I asked.
“Umm, the party?” He said, slightly incredulous.
“Don’t be an ass,” I told him. “It’s tomorrow.”
The moment I said it, my mistake oozed over me like slow melting wax, hot and cold all at the same time.
As we approach 2013, I am happy to say good-bye to the unfortunate and even content to leave the good that came along with it. I’m ready for new good.
I started this blog in March of this year and it has become a much loved, much needed part of my life. I owe a large degree of my small amount of sanity to it. I wish I could spin you a mind-blowing story explaining how I came to write. (I read someone else’s the other day and I won’t lie; I was a little envious.)
I was never privy to such obvious, fate-enforcing signs. I have simply always known that writing was something that I thought was pretty nifty. It also seemed to be one of the only things I was…sort of…good at. Most of all, I knew I was definitely at peace while doing it.
I am thankful to this passing year for many things and the renewed passion and opportunity in writing is a big one, but the thing I am most very grateful for is my family’s encouragement. They’re the clamps holding me steadfast to the unanchored dream trailing me through jungles, pulling me through sand and swooping me up, over and into the clouds.
Oh. And I’m thankful I’m not missing the party.
A happy, healthy and heartwarming 2013 to all of you.