I have traditions. Traditions that coincide with the passing of time, the passing of the new year.  Every year I take stock of what I did, experienced, learned from, and missed out on in the previous year.  Briefly looking backwards helps me move forward.  I’ve been putting this off. For reasons I will leave to myself, I’ve been dreading writing this particular year in review.

2010 was….a great year by most accounts.  I traveled more that I ever have.  I learned the difference between traveled and travelled and was again reminded of my British compulsions.

I was on the road 97 days this year over the course of 27 different trips.  I accumulated enough frequent flier miles to get me a free flight to Hawaii (to be reviewed in next year’s post).

I turned 30.

My first nephew was born.

I watched as my younger brother and roommate fell in love.

I got a new job!

I hit my 15 year old weight

Я сделал выбор Я не жалеть / Я відмовляюся жаль мій вибір

What I want is not always what I need, but I’m stubborn enough not to care.

I started the summer with a Memorial Day in Connecticut and finished the summer with a Labor Day in Connecticut.

When I think of 2010 there is one overarching theme that comes to my mind and it has to do with working on myself.  I used to think that my patience was a positive part of my personality, but I’ve come to learn that forgiving the flaws in others has its limits.  I realized that I’m more respectful of the boundaries in other people than I am of my own.  I sacrifice my comfort at a high cost of my own; and in this year, I stopped.   As the year wore on, I cut people out.  And I lived.  Instead, I took stock of those in my life that were genuine and genuinely cared about me.

I went to three weddings and was reminded that it’s not about the pomp and circumstance; it’s about love.

When I think of 2010, I think of:

The sunset after Beth and Julie’s wedding and the feeling of the cold ocean water. I think of looking foolish but feeling awesome riding a Segway.  About flirting with those men in San Diego and not caring. I think about the many (many) pints of beer and evenings of careless abandon.  I think of the hours spent talking and getting to know you, but never seeing the truth.  I think about coming back to an empty apartment after my roommate moved out and crying on the barren hardwood floor.  I think about runways, and airports, and the moment that I realized I couldn’t remember what city I was in. I think about buying birthday shoes and wearing them like a princess. I think about carving pumpkins and decorating Christmas cookies.  I think about painting my bedroom and moving furniture in an effort to find some better feng shui.

Painting.  I’ve always loved painting.

2010 was a good year by most accounts.  The wounds that were, were self-inflicted.  But the joy. So much to be joyful for! I saw so much, I experienced so much.  I am truly blessed.  My family.  Their health, and my own.  My friends.  I’ve reached that stage in life where I’m done with the BS.  If you’re in my life, it’s no accident.  Your presence is a conscious decision of mine.  It basically means I think you’re awesome.

And so, here we are in 2011.  It’s already an amazing year.  I’m so happy. So much happiness.  There’s so much to be thankful for.  There’s so much to look forward to.  I’m excited about what lies ahead for me.


Like a sunrise on the horizon, 2011 is promising to be just as beautiful as the sunset of 2010.