I’ve been struggling so hard to come up with a big “end of the year/start of a new year” post, something that sums up the amazing year I just had. Well here’s the thing.
I can’t sum it up.
I just can’t. 2011 was transformative, electric, and amazing. It was a year of joy and a year of growth, a year of exponential learning, of making mistakes, of getting it right and a year of leaping into the unknown. It was a year of true love, trust, travel, friends, great coffee, and way too much butter. Well, actually, scratch that last, there’s no such thing.
We said hello to two new foster babies and bid farewell to our Elder Statescat, Pando.
We cried over bitter disappointments and cheered for triumphant moments.
We bit our nails to the quick when my mother almost died (twice! Holy shit.) and wept with gratitude when she recovered. We toasted her good health on Thanksgiving day.
There were kisses and hugs and lazy days on the front porch, mixed in with white-knuckle drives in the pouring rain, 3am wakeup calls before art shows and one or two lovers’ quarrels.
How do you sum all that up? You can’t. You just can’t.
2011 was a very good year. I had a great time. I’m grateful for it. And that, as they say, is that.
It’s not exactly like the year to come is a blank slate, is it? It’s more of a continuation. Because life isn’t little chunks of time, really. It’s just life. So get out and live it. That’s what I’ve been doing. That’s what I’ll be doing.
Get out there. Start walking. Walk right into your life, and live it.
…and don’t worry about the butter.