A friend and I were just lamenting on Facebook that this year managed to squeeze in more “suck” per capita than years past.
It was an intense year all around. For me, it brought staggering highs and abysmal lows … and little in-between.
It’s been nearly a year since I set foot on a plane to make the inaugural visit to my area of Florida.
I’ve never been more happy/relaxed in my life and, alternately, I’ve never been more depressed/anxious, either.
I found that what I really missed about living in D.C. was the “meh” of it all. It wasn’t spectacular, but it didn’t suck.
I was married to the monotony of it all. And BOY did the universe give me a dose of the exact opposite!
I’ve seen unparalleled beauty (pictured). I’ve seen the ocean every day of my life. I finally got my own apartment again, and I cherish that bliss at every opportunity.
But I also lost my favorite cat, damn near killed my talent and lost a lot of innocence.
I failed to make friends in my area, but I made strong connections with people in far-flung places.
I made a respectable amount of money and pissed it all away in two sets of rent and bills.
I’ve felt trapped, and I’ve felt liberated.
I’ve trusted and was rewarded. I’ve also trusted and learned the definition of disillusionment.
I learned that some people will never be on your side, no matter what you do. And I also learned that some people will always be your biggest fans, even when you think they’ve long forgotten about you.
I’ve desperately missed what “once was.” And I’ve thanked my lucky stars to be as far away as possible from it, as well.
I think it’s fair to say a part of me has died, and that another part has been reborn.
And I don’t know how many of my “nine lives” I have left, but the next one I’m working on is filled with faith and expectation.
Even-numbered years are always my best ones. I had declared 2008 to be “my” year, and it rocked on a lot of levels. Thus, I’m declaring 2010 the “Year of the Goddess.” Because, it’s time.
See you on the other side.