I just went eight days without writing, and I left you all hanging with a classy one. I know.
This past week has been filled with flights and food, friends and family. Ups and downs. Excitement and worries.
Reuniting with past. Living in the moment. Planning the immediate future.
Reliving 2011. Daydreaming of 2012.
I spent the Friday before Christmas in Central CA with family.
I got to celebrate the magic of Christmas with someone celebrating for the first time. There’s no better way to do it.
I returned to my house for Christmas and had the major food groups: Carbs, Coca-Cola and Champagne. I’ve undone any “best shape ever” I had when I got back to the United States. Don’t ask me about my January 7 half-marathon. That will get accomplished solely due to the “I can’t tell the blog I failed” fear.
One more day of 2011. I assume this is my last post of the year. Had I written the past few days, I might have hit 24,000 hits, but in time…
2011. I feel as though I should be terribly sad to see it go. In mind, body and spirit, I’ve been changed for the better… for the better than ever. I’ve been blessed to see places and do things of wildest dreams.
Moreso, 2011 was about people. Family, old friends. Strangers, new friends. People who expressed more faith in a 22-year-old girl than any 22-year-old-girl (woman?) could believe. People who have pushed me to be better. To appreciate, listen, understand, observe, but most amazingly, imagine better.
And because of that, I’m not sad to see 2011 go.
I am so excited for 2012.