Here I am writing yet another 'end-of-the-year' post. It feels like a lot has happened and yet not a whole lot has happened at the same time this year. After looking through old posts and really reflecting on this year as a whole, I feel good about writing about it.
A year ago today, I was at Joe and Randi's New Years party. Once again, just about everyone was there. It's the one time of year where we can successfully get most of our group of friends to be under the same roof. Drinks were consumed, hugs were exchanged. Talks were had. The new year was brought in. Bad news was uncovered for a few people. Midnight had slipped by and I suddenly got a call from my sister who seemed like she was in trouble. She needed a ride out of where she was. I jumped into my car immediately. After getting lost following her frantic directions, I eventually found her safe and sound. Afterwards, we called it a night. It was 2 in the morning and we had all the excitement we could handle for a night.
January got underway. I took a heavier course load at school, which wasn't a bad thing. I tried ice fishing for the first time much to my deep fright of breaking through the ice and dying. Otherwise, January was cold and dry.
February was very much the same. I concentrated on school, made some time for ice fishing, which I ended up really enjoying.
March I started yearning for the warmer seasons. Winter always takes its wear on me quickly. However, I stayed on the path of alternating my time between school and work. Nothing seemed to ever change.
April I picked up another fishing hobby: Fly fishing. A co-worker offered to teach me for free. I gladly jumped at the opportunity to learn something new. I continued on with school and work. Me and my friends started a new tradition of "Cigar Saturday."
May, my Spring semester finally ended. I went on a trip with my good friends to Bear Lake at Brennon's cabin. It was cold, and we didn't actually fish Bear Lake. But the trip was well worth it. Memorial weekend came which was much needed, however the weather decided not to cooperate. It snowed most of the time there and remained cold. As always it was nice just to be there to see my family.
June came around much to my happiness. The sun was back and so was my happy disposition. I could go back to fishing places with or without company. I worked a little extra but wouldn't stress myself. I didn't go back to school for Summer semester.
July was much like June. Sunny. Fun. Relaxed. I paid off my car and was starting to get ready for Fall semester.
August kept up the trends of both June and July. Nothing too eventful happened.
September arrived with a new set of challenges. I had a harder course load. I had accelerated half semesters and a couple of full term courses. All of which kept me very busy. From there, it felt as though my social life had died.
October passed through and provided a slump. For some reason, my personality just seemed to crash. I fell into a rut. A feeling of blah. I don't understand how or why. Just one day, I woke up and felt like shit. I couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard I tried. It also didn't help that I almost got in a huge accident. I spun out of control on the freeway and almost got hit my several cars. Luckily, no one was injured. I had never faced that sort of danger before. It forced me to think about my life. I was supposed to go to San Diego with my dad but couldn't because of school.
November came and my rut had carried on into the new month. Everything seemed to go by so slow. I hadn't been out of my house, school, or work very often. I was supposed to see my friend Kevin in Seattle during the second week but that also fell through due to finances. My birthday came which was actually a very good day. My co-workers were extraordinarily kind. Many offered me sincere happy birthdays and small gifts. It was nice to feel loved and appreciated. After that, things started to get a little better. My school load was still rather intense as I fought to finish the semester. I also found a new found love for hanging out at slow coffee shops.
December ended up turning out really well. Surprisingly, it was a generally relaxing month. After finals were done, I started to read casually again. I had time to see my friends and family and all that mattered to me. Christmas turned out well as it was nice to see my grandparents and half brother.
2012 was a nice year. When I look back on it, I see that it wasn't so eventful. But maybe that's a good thing. I look back on this year and smile and shrug a little bit. Not a lot happened. The things that did happen were generally good. I've started to truly understand the merit of hard study. I've started to feel the burn of dedicating my time to school and truth be told, I actually enjoy it a little. Of course, like every year, I had my rough patches. These patches were small and didn't affect the course of my entire year. They feel like vague and distant memories rather than healing wounds.
I can only hope that 2013 lives up to the lucky hype. 2012 was a good year. I can only hope that I can bring that and more into this new year. I hope I can accomplish as much as I did this year and more. I hope I can work hard, challenge myself and make a better life for myself and maybe others too. Next year, much of my future is unknown, as it is every year. But this year, it doesn't feel so scary to face.
Now once again to Joe and Randi's New Years party. I'll blog about it again, one year from today.
Have a happy and safe New Year!
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