two thousand twelve

last year. 2011. it was a good year.

i went head first into online dating. it lasted all of 3 weeks.
i’m not complaining.
i met the love of my life.
on January 10th, it’ll be a full year that i started running.
i ran 7 races, 6 of them just 5Ks and one was a marathon relay, my leg was 7miles.
i’ve signed up for my first half marathon in DC in March. there is talk of another half, this time in another state.
all year i fretted that i would hurt myself running. i didn’t. instead, i hurt myself walking down the stairs while trying to read a text message. my ankle is still sore.
i attended concerts. 8 of them, 3 of which were for the same guy.
this year, i stepped away from old habits, i put my camera down, i simplified my life, i nourished not only my body, but my heart.
i let disquiet settle in my being & rather than be drowned by it, i learned from it.
i learned about our humble abode, how we are wrecking it and how we can make it better, one organic step at a time.
i laughed far more than i cried, but when tears were shed, they were given freely and without armor.
there were kisses and hugs, more in a moment than in all my life previous. more today than yesterday, and more tomorrow than even today.

2011 came in quiet, in a foreign land, among friends. it ended with sparklers, in the cold, while holding hands. i counted the stars, watched our breath fog the night air. it was perfect.
last year was grace, my saving grace. i have a gentle hope that it will continue to bless me. it is not selfish to hope for more, there is always room for improvement and i have mad hope that it does. for me. for you. for everyone.


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