On the one hand, it’s hard to believe it’s almost over. Doesn’t it seem like there’s more to do?
On the other hand, I’m happy it is.
It was a big year. A lot happened. I turned 30. My little brother got married. My beloved grandmother passed away. I took on a lot more freelance work. ACS got a job in Sarasota. The lease on the apartment I’ve lived in for almost five years is up, so we took the opportunity to find a new house that we’re moving into on January 1. I spent time with friends. I traveled. I laughed a lot. I cried a lot. I felt like more of an adult than I ever have, even though I think a part of me will always identify with my wide-eyed 18-year-old self.
As you might expect–and as you all probably are, too–I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want 2014 to be like. In many ways, I want to maintain the good habits I put in place for myself this year. There’s stuff I need to work on, too, of course. And I want to devote more time to this space and make it a quality experience for both me as its author and you as its readers. That probably means blogging just a few times a week as opposed to every day, but I think it will ultimately result in better content and more meaningful conversation.
But for now all my things are in boxes, and I’m getting ready to move. Could there be a more perfect metaphor for the end of the year–packing up and putting away, purging the unnecessary, moving on to something new?
Wishing you all a happy, peaceful, love-filled New Year that’s exactly what you want it to be. See you in 2014.