That was the year that was
It's December 31st, and all around the internet, consciously living women have spent the last week blessing this year for what it has taught them.
Like Havi in her end of the year post, I think this might be premature:
Here, then, is a short list of what this year has meant, knowing as I write this that I'm still processing 2011 and 2012, and won't get to 2014 until a couple of years from now.
This was the year that taught me how delicious rest can be, especially when it is planned out as sustainable effort interspersed with pauses. Whole. New. Person.
This was the year of nothing but pride in my oldest nieces. So grateful that I can give them this unqualified love and pride, and so grateful to be part of their lives.
This was the year of returning to both art and dance.
This was the year of finding out just how much responsibility I can bear. Turns out, it is a LOT, and it's a struggle to sustain it for long.
This was a year, among many, of healing from a variety of emotional abuses in the past, of learning what boundaries are and how to stay on my side of them.
At the beginning of this year, Bridget Pilloud's Color of the Year project gave me this prediction for the year:
Did I eat enough greens? Probably not, but this was the year of beginning again to address my inherited disposition for diabetes, with a doctor who actually listens and treats me like an adult. This was also the year of many tears for doctors who do not treat me like an adult, but who seem to think that fat people somehow flunked grade school nutrition class.
This was the year in which my word was KINDNESS... and I'm still not sure how that actually wove into my year. Ask me in 2016.