I braved unimaginable pain with the loss of my brother, but I was able to stay strong because of my surviving family and select-best friends both near and far from home in San Francisco. I still have the note accompanied by an enormous delivery of sunflowers that my friend Caroline sent straight to my doorstep that week.
I will forever be thankful for the love -- of all forms -- in my life.
This year I traveled to Seattle and fell even deeper in love with the man I call my boyfriend, discovered new music, started practicing yoga again, got a matching tattoo with my mother, hand-wrote thank you notes, kept a journal, shopped at the local farmer's market most Sundays, read books on my way to work, left a job, quit the next job, and got another job that I think I'll love -- all within 3 months. This year I became an aunt.
Next year I will do less of picking at my nails and more drinking of tea. I will continue to practice random acts of kindness every day. I will seek out live music events and then dance at them. I will spend more time with my beautiful parents. I will also drink less diet soda and more water, beat the Sunday blues with continued and impromptu day trips to the coast, learn to cook twice-baked potatoes, and frequent the library.
For sendoff, I'll let you know that while financially on my own (mostly) this year, I still managed to obtain an increase on my credit line. Thanks, Wells Fargo.
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| Mama Bear does San Francisco. |
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| Mama Bear does matching tattoos, too. |
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| More of this. |
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| Sweet Henry. My nephew. |
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| It's the little things. |
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| Christmas at home. |
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| Grandpa. |
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| Beating the Sunday blues in bed. |
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| My new hangout. |
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| December downtown. |
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| Dad. |
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| Ken. |
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| It's here, now. |
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