Ok, I know that February is almost here but I've been meaning to do a post about 2012 for a while now. I'm still allowed to do that, right? So, what can I say about 2012? Well, it wasn't terrible. It wasn't a train wreck of a year (2009, I'm looking at you). But it wasn't great either. In fact, if I could sum up the whole year in one word, that word would be: meh. We spent the majority of 2012 waiting. Waiting. Waiting. And then waiting some more. Waiting to move. Waiting to get a job. Waiting to hear back from various people about film stuff. Waiting to get settled here. Waiting to get our own place. Like I said, nothing terrible but it's been hard. We've struggled to find our footing here. We've struggled to adjust to living with family. We've struggled to adjust to Utah again, the culture, the quirks, and the weather. Oh the weather, let's not talk about that right now. And in the course of all this waiting, little by little, I lost my oomph. My oomph is very important you know. It's the first thing that I feed in the morning, even before I feed Shye and the cats, usually a heavy dose of caffeine. It's what makes me take a shower when I don't want to, it what gets me excited to try to new things, and meet new people, and look for adventures in daily life. It spurs me to think more creatively, to read more books, watch more movies, and enjoy this not-so perfect life of mine. Without it, I don't know, I'm just sort of there. Sitting there everyday, wondering what it all means.
But you know what? It doesn't matter.
Because it's 2013 and it WILL be better. Thirteen has always been my lucky number and I'm turning 30 this year, which I'm certain will magically bestow upon me the powers of adulthood which have thus far eluded me. But mostly, 2013 will be better simply because it HAS to be.
So yeah, yay for 2013. Or at least the eleven months that's left of it. May it be the year of answers.