Happy New Year, Interweb! And let me add to the chorus of “Wow, 2013 SUCKED, let’s DO THIS 2014!” because oh holy hell this year was rough and I am ready for a fresh start. 2013 started with a lot of promise mixed with uncertainty, the middle part was definitely marked by a lot of heartache and – by the Fall – heartbreak. By December we had answers and clarity but that doesn’t always mean good things, does it? I am absolutely determined to hold on to the lessons that 2013 taught me without letting the hurt weigh me down, set small goals to achieve the big ones, and have some fun for fuck’s sake because if there was one thing 2013 lacked it was levity in the midst of all the crazy.
A couple of my favorite writers have done this little year-end survey and I thought it might be a good way to summarize and close the door on 2013, but realized that my answers were mostly complete bummers and who the hell wants to read that? Obviously it wasn’t 365 days of shit: we went to New York and Vegas, saw dear friends get married, choked back tears as one of our nieces graduated from high school, and saw our respective parents through some scary health situations and were able to celebrate the holidays with them. But for the most part when I look back it’s with a sense of dread of the near-constant up-and-down emotional roller coaster that was last year. (Jesus, did I just write “emotional roller coaster?” Apparently I’m just quoting my journals from high school or some shit now.)
So here’s to a new year, a new outlook, and hopefully more writing that doesn’t include ridiculous cliches.