Making inappropriate gestures to the camera. I’m a fucking class act.
Happy new year!
I hope you’re not too hungover. I will try not to use Caps Lock too much. I know how much yelling hurts when you’re in that state.
Me? I had champagne with a bunch of my girlfriends and we watched the fireworks over the Rotterdam sky. I loved it. Like, genuine, big smile on my face while watching the fireworks and hugging my best friend-loved it.
Was great, actually. Just because the last month was rough, doesn’t mean the entire year was ruined.
My contract was renewed and changed into January, creating a job that combined everything that I loved (except bacon, but we have a great cafeteria downstairs). My job inspires me to an attempt to be my most productive, flexible and peaceful self, even if it needs tons of coffee and the occasional cinnamon swirl.
I went to Paris, to Thailand, to Berlin and to Italy this year. Paris is the prettiest, and it was so nice to spend a whole weekend with Lin, doing whatever and going wherever. As mentioned before, Thailand was smelly but gorgeous. Berlin is this grubby city with great coffee and great techno. Italy was basically me finding good restaurants to eat in for a week, so no complaints there either.
I broke my first bone, and learnt a little bit about patience, painkillers, and the combination of alcohol and painkillers (great idea).
I practiced Bikram on and off this year, but I reconnected to my yoga practice when I went back in there with a broken ankle, in the hope that it would help. It did. I healed fast, and the other mental and physical benefits were enough to keep me going into the studio between 3 and 5 times a week for the last months of the year.
AND I practiced Asthanga in a private class for the first time this year, as I said I would in the 50 Days Until 2015 thing. Humbling experience, as my arms hurt for three days from al the $$%@!* Downward Dogs.
The weird part: in the last month of 2014, I broke up with Will and moved to another place, on my own. Which was not a part of the plan, but things don’t always go the way you thought they would. In fact, sometimes they make a back flip, give you the middle finger and go in a complete opposite direction.
I’m dealing with it to the best of my ability, and to be honest I’m a little surprised by all my successful adulting and reasonable functioning. The best of my ability is actually not awful.
What helps me in terms of outside factors is my support system, offline and online. The (virtual) hugs, encouraging words and kind gestures are un-freaking-believable. I don’t know what I did to deserve all of it, but I love it. And it makes me want to be even better to my off- and online loved ones than I was before.
What REALLY helps too is the fact that I have a place to live. I mean, holy Batmobile. This created so much peace and comfort that was very welcome in that first, very sad week.
Plus, I like to be alone, which is a huge plus now. And if I do want company, I have an array of friends and family who love to see me. People who go out of their way to make time in their busy schedule for me. I love them for that.
And what helps me from within, is that I accept where I am now (most of the time anyway). Sure, I look at it with “dude, what the fuck?”-wonderment, but I accept this situation and I’m moving from there.
A year to figure things out.
A year to focus on my job, my yoga mat, my running shoes, my blog.
A year I intend to use well. With obnoxious jokes on Twitter, triple chin selfies on Instagram, AND SO MANY WEIRD YET ODDLY INTERESTING SELF HELP ARTICLES. Oh, sorry. Got excited.
(Also, welp, single. I need date outfits that say ‘I spend most of my time on the Internet and I have a lot of opinions about Doctor Who and YET you still want to do dirty, dirty things to me’)