New Years Eve.
You know. I've never had a problem writing this post before, but I've tried three times this week to translate feelings into thoughts into words and I find that I'm blocked. It was another year. It had ups and it had downs. A couple weeks ago when the 2012 Family Yearbook came in the mail, I thumbed through it and stuck it on the shelf without much thought. I guess I'm just not feeling sentimental.
Though, this will always be the year we said goodbye to my grandma (and Hubby's grandma too). There will always be something sweet and sentimental about that. Sadness hasn't quite left me for this one. I expect with passing years that will lessen. She's certainly happier there than she was here. At least I know that.
And I did turn 30 this year, which is a big birthday if you ask me. I'm officially middle-aged and something about that still confuses me.
While I'm not feeling overly reflective nor sentimental, I find anticipated floating around me like the snowflakes outside our window. We know this year will bring another move. Good-byes are hard, and sometimes hellos are hard too. I'm hoping this move will be easier than the last two. Assuming I pass everything, I'll graduate (again) in May. That's awesome. I'm having bright hopes for my business this year and I'm also having bright hopes that this will be the year I finally, finally get published. And also, I think I might even really fall in love with exercise this year. And if I'm very, very luck maybe we'll actually get pregnant.
Anyway. Here's to me and my high hopes for 2013. And here's to you and yours!