Goodbye, 2011
I can’t say I’m sorry to see 2011–the year of feeling like crap–on its way out. The only worse years in my life to date have been 2005 (the year of my dad being sick) and 2009 (the year of leaving my husband). Let’s hope this is the last rough year for awhile.
Christmas came and went. I’ve been on vacation–enjoying introvert time reading, exercising and reflecting on the end of the year. Look for that stuff on the other blog, along with tales of one of the best experiences of the year for me: posing nude.
In other news, the optimist is moving away. Of course, he has been declaring for as long as I’ve known him that he’s moving away and in fact gave notice to his landlord at one point last February as I recall. We went to lunch and a play on Christmas Eve to say goodbye. I haven’t spent much time with him these last few months. In the end, I couldn’t take quite so much optimism. But I’m sorry to see him go.
My focus as I begin 2012 is on getting healthy and strong for roller derby. I have other goals too–to get back to writing poems, to be a little more social–but fitness is the number one priority for the next few months.
