Why 2010 was a good year...

I adored & I was adored. I can't forget the moments where I was lost, scared, & frustrated. But in the middle of those I also was uplifted, blissful, & saved.

I fell more in love with Scott. We laughed together, kissed each other, sang out loud, annoyed each other & ended the year a more fiercely connected & loyal family.

I became well acquainted with grief. The 'gut wrenching' kind. The 'worlds shifting' kind. The 'ugly snot running down your face' kind. The kind that defines you & refines you, then spits you out the other end a better, stronger person.

I cleaned more dishes, clothes, snotty noses and dirty bums than I care to count.

I wrote. I also slammed my keyboard countless times & shook my fist at the heavens. I also managed to plunk out 87,771 words of 4 different stories & finally settled on one.

I got lost in books. I turned pages into the wee hours of the night. I quit reading a couple of them & wished some of them would never end.

I questioned the merits of procreation. Then I dressed as a dragon/princess/monster/witch and breathed fire/batted my eyes/roared/cast spells. Then giggle & hugged. I remembered why it was worth it. I considered procreating again.

I spent time with friends. I cried with them until I thought my guts would fall out, then I laughed with them until I thought my guts would fall out.

I learned to love myself & everyone around me a little bit more.