2012 was a good year. It’s always a good year when the world doesn’t end.
It was a good year for me, personally, though. I accomplished something that had been eight years in the works – publishing In the Shadow of the Mountains. And surprisingly, no one has yet called me out for being a goofy poser author, despite the undeniable facts that I am goofy and that I do a lot of posing. This is a good thing. I got my teeth into a Masters program, which is also a good thing.
It had its moments, of course – losing a loved one is never the best way to start a new year – but for all it started out low, it did get better. Maybe starting out low pushed me to make it a good year.
This will not be a long post. I’ve never been able to stick with a New Year’s Resolution, so I stopped making those long ago. I do have some goals, but writing them down will turn them into chores, so they’ll stay in my head, for now.
Instead, I’m going to air a habit I picked up from a friend, Lizzie: list all the little things that made me happy on this last day of 2012:
- I wrote today, after a short dry spell that had almost gotten me worried.
- My soap has peppermint oil in it, so I smell good and my skin is cool and tingly.
- Scramble eggs with chopped garlic sauteed in bacon grease. It’s delicious.
- I finally bought another cheapo bookshelf, which means there is now floor space in my room.
- I filled an old journal and have started on a new one. I always love new journals.
- I warmed up the last pierog from the fridge and ate it slowly. I savored it. It was good.
- It was a cloudy day. It never did rain, but I’m hopeful for tomorrow.
See you next year, everyone.