2005
It’s not surprising that I’m happy to see the end of 2005. It seems like such a happy number, a shiny number; satisfying, a benchmark. But 2005 has been a beast of a year, bringing death and heartache. While I can’t discard the man it’s helped me see in myself and the ways it’s brought me closer to those I love, I’m ready for it to be over.
I’ve never been nostalgic at the turning of the new year, but I can sense a depth of feeling and some unseen realization bubbling up from the basement. I’m not sure what the turning of the new year will bring for me, but I’m scared and somehow resigned. Like I’ve grown a soul and am thankful for it’s power and fearful of it’s implications.
My dad died this year and finally helped me become a man.
December 30th, 2005
January 3rd, 2006 at 10:36 am
Joe, I believe it was your wife who helped me see, in the midst of one of my worst years ever (2003), that learning how low we can go only shows us how high the opposite can be. I know you know this. 2006 is going to be great for you. I’m sure of it.
January 4th, 2006 at 3:03 pm
Thanks, hick girl. Your support is appreciated. 2005 was a hard year, but not as hard as reading back to this post and seeing what a drama-king I am.