The past couple of days, my conversations with people and my facebook wall have been chock-full of people crabbing about bad things that happened in 2012, and hopes for a much better year in 2013. While I’m certainly familiar with the annual New Year’s crabbing-and-hoping ritual, this year I am having trouble participating in the crabbing part. See, despite its ups and downs, 2012 was actually a pretty good year for me in a number of ways.
- 2012 is the year fitness finally became a (mostly) enjoyable part of my lifestyle. I set an objective for New Year’s 2012 to work out 200 times in the year 2012, and while there were a couple of times that I was concerned about meeting the goal, ultimately I hit 201 workouts. More importantly, the focus that I put on this goal led me to truly start looking at exercise as one of the most important things that I need to schedule in my week. Previously, I used to schedule work, chores, time with friends, and more work first, and would work out when I could squeeze it in. Now, I decide each weekend based on my work and social schedules when I will be working out and stick to it unless I’m sick. In other words, after 38 years on this earth, I am finally starting to behave like a fit person.
- 2012 is the year the universe released me from a job I had been increasingly unhappy and frustrated with and gave me a much needed break. I got laid off in March of this year, and between severance and savings, I was able to take almost 6 months off to recuperate from 13 years in Corporate America and figure out more about what I’m interested in doing personally and professionally. At the end of this time, I started a position as an account manager in a marketing services firm – which is something that I would have never considered doing before this break but that I’m getting a kick out of for the most part so far.
- 2012 is the year I finally figured out that I can start dating and enjoy it. I am the type of person who loves deeply and rarely, and pretty much can’t be bothered to spend much time with anyone that I can’t see a future with. When I started attempting to date after my husband Andy died, I hated it with the fire of ten thousand suns. I felt awkward, fake, and had little hope that I would find anyone that I could care about. Around the middle of this year, I found myself gradually enjoying meeting people more and feeling better about the whole thing. And recently, I’ve had the good fortune to spend some time with someone who I am pretty darn sure knows the difference between a kipping pullup and a butterfly pullup, just as I told Santa I’d like. Regardless of how that turns out, it’s proof that the universe just might have some good things in store for me in this department. (Maybe if Mr. Pullup doesn’t work out, Tony Stark will become a real boy like Pinocchio and I can hang out with him.)
- Most importantly of all, in 2012 I made some wonderful new friends, primarily at work and at the CrossFit box. Some of these friends are the type who you primarily share funny photos on facebook with, and some are of the type that I could honestly see having in my life for the rest of my time here on earth. But all of them are valuable to me. Especially my work wife, Kristi, and my work wife who is also my Sister From Another Mister, Shelby.
Tomorrow, I will also be thinking about what I’d like for 2013, but for tonight, I’m enjoying what I had this year.
Happy Old Year, everyone.