New Year

In 2011…

I started smoking again.

I took a new position in my chosen career field.

I started something resembling an adult relationship.

I proved that I am good at what I do, no matter where I may be doing it.

I ended the relationship (my first in 12 years) when I realized it wasn’t right for me and wasn’t making me happy.

I said goodbye to friends.

I helped a dear friend in need.

I went to Dragon*Con for the first time, and had a blast.

I stood beside my best friend at his wedding.

I spoke publicly for the first time that wasn’t related to business in over a decade. And didn’t suck.

I was diagnosed with a common, though underdiagnosed genetic disorder.

I had an MRI for the first time.

I visited Philadelphia for the first time. And binged on raw oysters and Bloody Caesars.

I learned first-hand that bloodletting is still a thing.

I decided to return to my old office when my time in the new place is up.

I was scared that people I care about might die.

In 2012…

I’m going to stop smoking. I’ve done it before. I can do it again. Smoking will kill me.

I’m going to clean this apartment.

I’m going to get back into the habit of cooking for myself.

I’m going to more seriously investigate the possibility of moving, beyond window shopping on the Internet.

I’m going to go to more concerts.

I’m going to be a better person to myself and those around me.