I really think the last 12 months have been one of the strangest time periods in my life. Not bad, not good, just weird. Some of it was my fault — for the first time ever, I really felt over-committed in terms of the number of different responsibilities that I had to keep up with; it wasn’t the time commitments involved but just that my brain could not switch tasks well enough to keep up with all the different sets of expectations. Some of the drama was just from other people behaving badly. Some of it has been health stuff for relatives and for me — for me, an oddly healthy winter followed by the Summer of Infection (still ongoing). And yesterday, I almost got hit by a car. Bad karma?
So I’m just trying to look ahead. I’m looking ahead to the end of my current grad program, to travel (Philly next year?), to someplace else to live (a larger apartment in 1-2 years and/or a condo in about 3 years). I’m looking forward to a new baby cousin in November (another girl for my Dad’s side of the family!). I’m looking forward to attending the Messiah concert in December (maybe even sitting in the Mezzanine this year) and to seeing “Chicago” on stage next spring. I’m looking forward to watching the Summer Olympics next year!
And I hope the next 12 months feel like happy, growing, grateful times.
