Well, here we are again, another year behind us. I don't want this to be another one of those typical 'year-end' blogs, but, let's face it...the end of anything causes us to contemplate what was. It's a death of sorts. Whether it's one we celebrate or mourn is entirely up to us.
Most notably for me this year, was publishing my book, Finding My Escape. In fact, just finishing the book seemed like quite a milestone. I wrote a book! I'm amazed to just see the words in print. On the down side, I can't seem to get going on the sequel. Oh, well...something to push for in 2012.
I didn't keep off the weight I lost for my class reunion, or keep up my daily journaling and Bible study, or stick to my cleaning regimen. Actually, I'm not overly upset about the third one.
I missed my dad terribly (he died in June 2010). He never got to read my book, and he was actually my biggest cheerleader. I also said good-bye to one of the dearest old friends of my youth, and shared in the grief of several friends who lost loved ones.
On the plus side, I reconnected and kept in touch with a slew of old friends and even managed to make some new ones. I undertook a challenge by an actor friend of mine to write a monologue and dreamed of writing bigger things.
So yes, I guess I'm feeling reflective, which isn't exactly an imaginitive way to spend the last hours of an old year.