Every new year, I like to believe the one before was the most life-changing year, the most awkwardly rocky tumbling high/low life year ever.
Honestly though, 2003 took the cake.
Going to LA to blog for the movie, I Love Your Work in January was, quite simply, HUGE.
Having the opportunity to hang on the periphery of people who I knew but didn’t know me and writing about it stretched everything I thought about myself wider.
I started my fabulous new job in February ending a few years of chronic underemployment as a web designer in the town most chock full of underemployed designers. Every day I give thanks for that.
Oh, there was that wedding planning, there were many, many trips to the OC to visit my betrothed.
There was the painful moving out of Lily Street, the gorgeous house I shared in the middle of San Francisco with my best friend. There was house hunting and the eventual renting of our new pad. And then there was the moving.
Bittersweet, I know, but I still miss living with her.
There was a wedding, a honeymoon, learning how to live with a new roommate, a husband.
I met Aubrey in person and her constant quiet support has helped me more than she’ll ever know.
There was a horrible accident which helped us to count our blessings and appreciate little things.
(By the way, James takes baths by himself! He’s on crutches! He can cut his own meat!)
I learned how to drive stick.
I learned how terribly expensive weddings are.
I learned what it takes to take care of a very sick person.
I learned the cost of not taking care of yourself.
And just when I think that 2004 absolutely can not top 2003, I know next year, I’ll have even more life-changing awkwardly rocky tumbling high/low events on the list.
Shit. That just tired me out just writing about it.
Happy New Year.