I’ve never been superstitious about the number 13 but I’m starting to be inclined towards my boss’ aversion to it. My boss is known to go as far as not signing any checks on the 13th, making an extra copy of a 13 page document to get 26 pages, and avoiding writing the number 13 at all costs, even if it means dating something for the following day instead.
2013 has been a rollercoaster year of setbacks of personal aspirations, finances, and medical procedures for me. I’ve had 11 procedures done in the past 10 months and still have 3 more to go before the year is out. One of my goals for this year was to get physically healthy by working out and eating more nutritionally, but with the intermittent periods of recovery time from all of these procedures I haven’t had an extended period of time to create a solid routine for a healthier lifestyle. It’s taken me 10 months to finally realize that 2013 is going to have to be my sh*t year and I’m going to have to let go and let God, so to say, as far as my health is concerned.
Luckily, one of the best things that come from sh*t times is the evolution of better times. Nothing is sweeter than a day of feeling normal after having stiches pulled out from your tender swollen eye that was operated on 7 days earlier. You know that the only direction you can go is up, and it’s those moments that you realize your opportunities are far greater than someone who doesn’t feel or recognize how sweet and beautiful everyday life is. They don’t have these moments of renewed energy and inspiration to take life by the horns and swing it around the way you want it to head. How blessed I am to enjoy these feelings of bliss, simply from blinking my eyes with ease and comfort.
The year with its struggles, however, has not been without its celebrations. My sister and best friend from high school both got engaged this year, which is great because I was starting to think I’d never get to be in a wedding! It looks like a blast getting dressed up and being in a wedding party, drinking beer on the party bus, or in my case, sipping whiskey. This is of course assuming that my best friend asks me to be in her wedding – no pressure, Marcella. Erin has asked me to be her maid of honor which was a given, but luckily she’s also asked her best friend to be matron of honor, because lord knows how I’m going to be able to keep her dress arranged beautifully when I can hardly see what’s going on past the lines of her face. I can just stand there and look pretty with my title of maid of honor while the matron does all the work. Whew!
Two great events to look forward to next year certainly help to mellow the not so great experiences of this year. I’ll be thinking of my goals for the next year as I finish out this last round of surgeries over the next several weeks. Maybe one of them will be to post to my blog more often – miracles can happen!
Cheers to 2014, and good riddance 2013!