2012 was a pretty amazing year for me. I almost said that it was a year of healing…but that implies that I healed more in 2012 than I did in the previous years and I don’t think that that’s true. I think I just finally got to a point where the slow and steady pace of healing that I’ve been going for the last three years felt like I had actually gotten to a place where I could enjoy life again. So, here’s a little look back at the milestones.
It feels a bit like I should do it by comparison- so let’s compare 2011 and 2012!
Number of first dates I went on in 2011: Two.
Number of second dates I went on in 2011: Zero.
Number of first dates I went on in 2012: Two.
Number of second dates I went on in 2012: ONE!
Then I went on a third date and a fourth…and had a relationship that lasted a few months. It ended, but it ended as well as can be expected and I am so thankful for the things that I learned. I’m so thankful for the man that he was and the kindness that he showed me as we were dating. I ended up feeling like he was a great man, just not the right one for me, and so it ended at the end of October, but it was a huge blessing and I have no regrets.
Number of plane rides Arthur got to go on in 2011: Zero.
Number of plane rides Arthur got to go on in 2012: Two.
Number of parking tickets in front of my house in 2011: A Million.
Number of parking tickets in front of my house in 2012: Zero. They give parking tickets for street sweeping on the first Tuesday of every month, April-November. I set a reminder in my phone this year and beat The Man. *Fist pump*
Number of writing classes I took in 2011: Zero.
Number of writing classes I took in 2012: Two.
I got a solid start to my memoir and I’m really thankful for the friendships that I made there. I feel really good about the way the book is going and I’m so thankful that I did it and for the community that I’ve found there (one new friendship in particular…such a blessing!). As a result, I read a ton of memoir, and the best book I read this year was Wild, by Cheryl Strayed. It was one of those books that halfway through I started being bummed about how many pages I had left and really trying to savor it, trying to time where I would be when I read the last pages. It was so good.
Number of tattoos I had on my body in 2011: Zero.
Number of tattoos I have on my body in 2012: ONE! (And I love it and might get another one. Don’t tell my Dad.)
Number of rooms that still had boxes in the Pink House in 2011: Three.
Number of rooms that still have boxes in the Pink House in 2012: One. That’s my New Year’s Resolution. Organize and finally move in to the office (and get this number down to zero). Boo.
Number of bodies living in the Pink House in 2011: Two.
Number of bodies living in the Pink House in 2012: Three!
Arthur and I asked Chrissy to move in and she came to join the Pink House family in August. She is a huge blessing and we love having her here.
As I look back at 2012 I think about all of the major things that happened. New friendships were formed. Old ones were strengthened. Lots of my close girlfriends had babies. Some in my group experienced great loss. In my family this year, a sibling moved here, we enjoyed a brief time of having all of the siblings living in one city, and then a sibling moved (to Australia, no less!) and we’re flung all over the globe again. But it sure was a treat for that few minutes. I also lost twenty pounds in the spring, which has done great things for my psyche (it’s pretty great to look in the mirror and like what I see). Mostly this year I realized that I could be happy again. I’m not always happy, but I find myself saying that sometimes (“I’m happy.”), and it is delightful.
This has been a rough month, but a pretty amazing year. I keep hearing the Counting Crows song in my head, “It’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last.” I said that at the end of 2011 with great hope for 2012, and I say it again with great hope for 2013.
Thank you to all of you who have been on this journey with me. For caring to read the words that I write and for loving me through all of this.
Noel (and Arthur)