A Year End Perspective

I’m getting older, and every year I get a bit more comfortable in my own skin. I look back on all the things I’ve done over the past year and think of the people I’ve lost along the way.

Early this year, I lost my dad; our relationship was about as rocky as the mountains in Colorado. I felt bad, but not for the loss, for the fact that I really didn’t feel that bad. The conflict between what society deemed an acceptable response and what I had was stressful. Maybe one day I’ll speak to a professional about that.

It wasn’t all bad; I grew a lot, too. Not in height, still pretty short, but in potential. I achieved something I never thought I would: my associate’s degree—first person in my entire family to do so. Next year, by this time, I will have completed my bachelor’s degree.

I have a wonderful lady in my life, someone I believe I will spend the rest of my days with and grow old with. I have my mom, someone I look up to and idolize. I have a couple of good friends and my health.

My goals for next year are as follows:
Lose some weight, read a book a month, and be more social.