I worked a lot.
I thought about death, pondered God, felt love and embraced my own powers and capabilities for happiness.
I discovered negative thought patterns in my life and found they have a name: Anxiety. I also discovered that the wintertime makes me sad.
I made things, like hats and scarves and plushies.
I explored new places, like Crystal Cove State Park and Horse Poop Trail.
I moved in with Anthony.
I baked lots of things, like cookies and various types of bread.
I took trips to Florida and to Colorado to attend weddings, and up to San Francisco to visit friends.
I sang, and wrote silly songs and lyrics often.
I didn't write much otherwise, nor did I feel inspired to. I didn't play many games, or actively work much on any games other than Wildstar. I didn't maintain an internet presence or really bother much with my computer other than to watch Netflix. I spent a lot of my year in my own head, finding various outlets for self expression that extend beyond my norm. And you know what I discovered? -- I need to write again. I need my norm. I need to take time to reflect on things in a more permanent way, commit things to "paper", and to provide myself with prompts for thought in my future. I need to embrace language again to push myself through this medium.
I'm really looking forward to this break. I have a short story idea I've been cooking for a while, and for the first time this year I feel inspired to sit down and solidify it. Starting to write a story always feels like such a daunting task, but it really doesn't have to be. I know that even though I'm stumbling over these stream-of-consciousness words, I've just got to practice again to get into the groove.
Here's to hoping.
My year in photos:
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