2012... You started off great, and then threw some pretty horrible stuff at me that made me feel like I was stuck in the middle of the ocean in the eye of a HUGE storm with all the ups and downs I had... But, I have to say, you have drawn to a close with the peace after the storm. Sort of...
I've grown up a lot. I'm now probably somewhat like a twenty year old going on forty. Or something to that effect. As if I didn't feel old enough already - thanks! Not that I'm complaining, it means that I am actually healing and not staying stationary. Which is what I want, what I need. It has been a long and arduous process, and it is still going to take an awful lot of time, but I'm getting there; I'm waking up.
I stuck with my personal challenge of reading fifty books in a year and I blew it out of the water - I read way more than fifty books this year. I don't think I'll do it again this time though. I want to plod along with my reading in 2013, be more relaxed about it.
I met some fantastic people, made some lifelong friends. I love them very much, one in particular - he makes sure I keep a smile on my face. I also got a new pet who very much suits his name of Loki. He is the most mischievous little cat I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.
But one thing I'm troubled over right now is the opportunity you chucked in my face a couple of weeks ago, thanks for that mister 2012... I may have the chance to move on. To move away from everything, everyone here, get a fresh start and finally be who I really am ALL the time... It's what I want, it's what I have always wanted. A chance to leave all the mess behind me and all the things and people that I hate. But I also have to leave behind everyone that I love and every piece of this puzzle that kept me sane. Can I do that? Am I ready to do that right now?
Thanks 2012, you weren't as horrid as you could have been. Please make 2013 play nice...
