I did not have to spend a single day "alone".
At no point did I feel unloved.
I had everything I needed to be comfortable and to survive in life.
I was able to travel.
I made new friends.
I was accepted to a University I thought for sure would promptly hang my application up in the trash can as soon as they received it.
I got to see my youngest sister get married, and got to be with my entire family all at once.
I got to throw my first Christmas party ever.
I met other Military widows who quickly turned into beautiful friends.
I made some mistakes, and learned from them.
I got to spend lots of time in the sun.
I was introduced to a ton of new, amazing music.
I picked up a couple writing internships (though small, you can't beat experience!)
I got to see a couple concerts.
And so on.
Somewhere between hell and here, life has become - easy. And pleasant. It's what I always wished my life would be (minus the obvious, but I think ya'll get the point). The only thing standing in my way right this very second is me and my fear of impending doom. Yes, I admit, I have been trained to assume that around every corner, something is there waiting to tear me to shreds again. Especially when things start feeling "ok". However, I refuse to let that get the best of me. I may be running on "Karie time" when it comes to getting things done, but I will get them done eventually. I won't let the past hinder my future.
So, this year I suppose one of my resolutions will be to stop being so scared of life, and to stop taking myself so seriously. I need to let loose a little and maybe even, god forbid, act before I think once in a while. I don't think that's such a bad thing! I want to feel more free. I want to get back to me. The real me.
And that includes getting rid of my foopah. I was so close last year. Soooo close. Then I lost motivation in typical Karie form. Well, back to the gym. Again.
So, my official resolutions are as follows:
-Lighten up. Do one thing a month that is COMPLETELY out of my comfort zone.
-Lose my evil gut. Eat more vegetables, eat less meat, drink more water, work out at least four days a week (ON A BAD WEEK!)
-Knock five things off of my bucket list. (One must be traveling outside of the US).
-Try to keep my thoughts positive.
I hope that everyone who reads this had a great year, too. And I hope that next year is not the rapture. Because that would really suck.
2012! WOOT WOOT!