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So long, 2015

I started 2015 unemployed and in bed with a fever, and mused that things could only get better. That turned out to be somewhat prophetic, though I missed the bit about things first getting worse.

But things getting worse was probably the best thing that could have happened, because it convinced me to give up.

I will remember 2015 as the year I gave up. I gave up on further academic studies. I gave up on a career and a dream. I gave up on what I believed (and to come degree still believe) to be my calling and in the process gave up a significant part of myself.

Conventional wisdom says winners never quit. I say conventional wisdom is an idiot. A well-intentioned idiot, but an idiot nonetheless.

For quitting freed me up to try something new. And it has paid off beyond my wildest dreams.

With little more than an hour left before I bid 2015 farewell, I look back and have to say that this was a great year. As awful as it started, and as discouraging as the first two thirds were, the final four months have surpassed my wildest imaginings.

As I told my colleagues when I wished them a happy New Year earlier, for the first time in many years I’m excited about the new year. Between my new job and the new adventure of fatherhood lying ahead, I can’t wait to see what 2016 will hold.

Happy New Year. I’ve a feeling it’s going to be a good one.

I know it’s kinda late, but…

Happy New Year!

In keeping with tradition here on if all else fails… I wish you a happy New Year a week late. This time I have a valid excuse. I started the 2015 somewhat internet deprived. I couldn’t even get Google to load, never mind my blog’s dashboard.

I also woke up to the Year of the Spinning Mouse with a burning fever and a sore throat. As if I didn’t feel awful enough already, my condition was exacerbated by the knowledge that it wasn’t even the result of excessive partying the night before – the wife and I were snug in bed by 10PM on New Year’s Eve. I know. We’re very boring.

Stricken down as I were, with no energy whatsoever to engage the outside world and no internet to distract me, I turned my thoughts inward…

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Howdy, 2014

This morning as we enjoyed our first cuppa of the new year, I noticed the wife’s a bit teary.

“What’s the matter?” says I.

She responds, “I’ve just managed to finish one year, and now I have to do another one!”

One doesn’t think of it like that, does one?  Once the partying is done and the hangover has subsided, there’s another whole three-hundred and sixty-four days lying ahead in which to push and fight and grin and bear it and fail and get knocked down until you no longer want to get up.

It’s enough to bring one to tears.  But there’s also another whole three-hundred and sixty-four days lying ahead in which to be kind and show compassion and take risks and have adventures and tell stories and make art and laugh and love and learn.  Another year in which to give hugs and hold hands and make friends and be amazed at the wonder of this universe in which we live.

That’s the year I’m wishing for you all.  May 2014 take you on the wildest ride of your life and leave you completely changed come its end and may you look back three-hundred and sixty-five days from today and say, “Damn!  I wish I could go again.”

Happy New Year!

P.S.  We’re headed to the in-laws (again) tomorrow (apparently they have another snoek needs cooking), and I’m foreseeing another lack of internet over there, so if I don’t respond to comments, please don’t take it personally.  The first book review of 2014 will still go up on Friday and I’ll be back by Monday for the year’s very first Song Title Challenge.

So long, 2013

And once more we stand at the point where one looks back over the past year to reminisce, evaluate, mourn and celebrate the achievements and failures of the past twelve months.

I’m glad to say 2013 was a better year for me than 2012.  Much of what I’d set out to achieve I never reached.  My studies never really took off, and my first novel ground to a halt before it had even properly started.  My plans for starting a non-profit have been shelved, at least for the present, due to a complete lack of support (everyone with whom I shared the idea was very interested, until I asked for their help).  I didn’t get a job I was really hoping I’d get, and I fear I am slowly becoming a hermit, the majority of my human interaction these days taking place via a keyboard.

But I’m calmer.  My last two years at the school I was angry all the time.  I’m not anymore.  In fact, the difference is so marked that, when my former employer asked me a few weeks ago if I wouldn’t please consider coming back, the wife said no.  She doesn’t want me to go back to being stressed out and angry all the time.  When I said I’m stressed out anyway about not having an income she told me to stop being silly.  Can’t argue with that, can you?

My studies may not have made much progress, but I’d done several shorter courses in the field which have made me realise I want to specialise in the field of trauma counselling.  Maybe now that I actually know about what I want to do my Master’s I might make some more progress with it.

And while the first novel tanked, I started afresh with NaNoWriMo and am almost done with my first draft.  I got no writing done in December, but I will finish it, no matter how bad I think it is at this moment.

Plans for 2014?  Finish Gift of the Dryads and see if it’s worth making publishable, along with writing the first draft of another novel, perhaps two.  Finally finish the theoretical modules of my degree, submit my research proposal and get started on my thesis.  And start a trauma counselling practice while I become a fully-accredited practitioner in Traumatic Incident Reduction.  (Oh, and become fit enough to run a half-marathon while losing 15kg.  I’m not necessarily planning to run a half-marathon…I’d just like to be able to should the urge strike me.)

These are not resolutions, nor are they intentions – I don’t do those anymore (except for one, which I’ll reveal next week).  These are goals.  I would welcome it if they turned into obsessions so powerful that my very sanity depends on them being achieved.

Not much else left to say save so long, 2013.  Thanks for giving me some time to figure things out and regain my strength for what is to come.  It’s been fun.