Writing something about my life has been on one of many To Do lists I’ve created over the past months to attempt to pretend I have some semblance of organization in my life. I’ve done a surprisingly good job staying content and (fairly) sane since starting my first real person I-have-a-boss-now-and-have-to-work-eight-hours-a-day-EVERY-weekday job. I’ve also done a good job staying away from most anything that has made me even the least bit uncomfortable for the past six months or so, but have recently acquired some stupid feelings I know better than to acknowledge but, of course, have been acknowledging. I have been compiling notes and have finally written a sort of yearly summary—which I’m sure is nothing but long, drawn-out and more for posterity’s sake than any of yours:
This year I learned I, all by myself, make myself really happy. I listen to great music for about seven hours every weekday and I have the silliest job I could’ve asked for, using my degree and with a company that seems to care about their employees.
My goal was to say “yes” to more this year and it worked so well it will be my goal forever now I guess.
I started the year as champion of my FF league. The last year ended with an intense amount of transition. I was graduating college, freelance work was slow, the house where I lived with my ex was selling/we were moving so I decided it was time to get out of the country again. January 4th I left for India where I stood up for injustice and fell in love a few times over. I started playing with videography and am still pretty happy with how my silly little India video turned out
In February I returned to my grandparents’ second floor, where I’d been living out of boxes since October. There was a delightful Grandparent Roommate saga I kept up with in my head (and also on vine a little). I began learning Hindi (still doing this, though at a slower pace than I was—I’m also at this writing, studying up on my French so!).
March was spent interviewing with a PR firm in Vegas, I’m sure I wrote about that here or there. Interviews with them took over the entire month while I continued chatting with India. I wrote down that I did some cool photoshoots and a website commission, but I guess not cool enough to actually remember which those were. I did a lot of video chatting this month.
Four/five? Interviews later I was offered the position in Vegas. Then I, subsequently, turned it down with the settling-into-current-contentment hopes of becoming a teacher. When I was writing notes for this summary I listed April as “bullshit month.” One Spark was cool and then my camera was stolen and I realized I was just a silly, pointless girl at some points and that was disconcerting. It was a rough month.
To add to the What Else Will Happen before mid-year list, I flooded my car into an intersection and the water was up to mid-calf inside. He survived! Much of the month was spent lounging and drinking in the sun by the pool. In May I, after nearly 24.5 years could feel confident in saying I’ve conquered my co-dependency. This was emphasized by getting my own place which was the best decision I’ve ever made, save Daxton. I also passed the Florida teacher’s certification exam and am now able to teach preschoolers through seniors as a Media Specialist if I really want to. I joined a cool book club called Jacksonville Ladies Beer and Books because I needed more lady-friends and I already liked the other three things.
I managed to land myself a lively caller. I started being so so happy. I ate a ton of pistachio almond ice cream and was offered a job as a Technology Specialist for an elementary school. I also got my dog a kitten! I hate, but love, her immediately.
After years of not being able to make it to the Rock House in North Carolina for one reason or another; I took a sleeping pill after piling in the car with parents, brothers and dogs and woke up in the beautiful Smokey Mountains. My family is beautifully adventurous and we spent nearly two weeks conquering mountains and white-watered. This month, I got into online dating and had some pretty rambunctious escapades in meeting some of the better fellas on the internet.
Toward the end of July/beginning of August I spent a week taking photos at the Girls Rock Jacksonville summer camp and saw particularly inspiring transformation of young ladies, not only individually, but as a powerful, supportive group of friends. Katie Australia came to visit and I started cooking a monthly supper starting with Indian deliciousness. I also dated a doctor, found out I wouldn’t be a Technology Specialist after all, and was really poor.
I dated a Navy helicopter pilot who was lovely, but in the military and thus it was doomed from the moment he messaged me on Okc. My friend Corey broke up with his girlfriend and she hated me because I am a lady and thus automatically sexing with him—I wasn’t—so I had some pretty mean things said at me in front of a coffee shop one morning. We all need one of those. The next Monday I started a job and became a dudly adult, but with money.
Sat in a group of friends after a night of drinking, started hiccuping, and vomited all over myself.
I don’t even know what I did in November, but work and cry about my FF teams. I had a little vegetarian potluck for Friendsgiving and, in life, was very attracted to men who didn’t play musical instruments. It was mostly feeling melodramatic and doing a lot of cooking this month.
Christmas and birthday were lovely and nicely un-noteworthy. I was given a stand mixer and my cramped, bread kneading hands sighed with relief. Also a vacuum and a Daxton-sized basket for my bicycle. My Papa passed away, which I wrote about before and am otherwise going to skip over because it’s not fun and I’m still not quite sure how to encompass something like this. New Years Eve was nice. I watched 36 Christmas trees burn and slept in a tent, but that part was January, I guess.
I made a lot of good friends and some not-so good friends this year. It was the most Murphy’s Law year of my life, but also the best year of my life, so far, I think.