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I can remember where I was this time last year. How empty everything still felt. I remember the nights I'd stayed up until 3am just because I knew going to sleep meant I had to wake up the next day and start all over again. I remember those other nights when I had so little to give that I'd come home from work, eat dinner, and go straight to sleep. I felt like I had no control over my life. I felt overwhelmed. I felt like there was no time. I felt like there was nothing for me. For the past year...

I tend, like most of us do, to sit down on January 1, full of hope for the new year, and write out a list of resolutions: things I want to do, things I want to accomplish, in the next 365 days. I tend, like most of us do, to completely forget about that list by February 1. I'm pretty sure that I hadn't looked at my 2016 New Year's resolutions since I wrote them down in January. I may have vaguely recalled what was on my list for the first month or two of the year. But if you asked me,...

Hello 2016. Hello. And Happy New Year to you all. I wish I could say I was one of those people who doesn't see New Years as a turning point, as a chance to start everything new, but I'm not. I wish I could say I was one of those people who shuns New Year's resolutions, who thinks they're pointless, but I'm not. ...

After writing my last post, after writing out a list of resolutions for this coming year, I went back and looked at what I wrote last year at this time. And I realized that I wrote the exact same damn thing. Exactly the same. After a year of feeling at a standstill, I made a list of resolutions, hoping to move forward in 2014. Only to look at them now and realize that I went nowhere. And so here I am, again, listing pretty much the same things I did a year ago. In hope that, maybe, I can...

Tomorrow is the last day of 2014 and I'm excited for the fresh start a new year brings. It's not that 2014 was a bad year. But I spent most of it feeling off track. Maybe because I knew the return home was inevitable. Maybe because I was traveling to places that weren't necessarily places I dreamed of going. Maybe because I took on things I should never have taken on. I was rarely in the moment. I was rarely emotionally in the place I was physically. I shut down. A lot. It was a sloppy year. I'm hoping 2015 brings...

It's not that 2013 wasn't a good year for me. By any standards, it was amazing. I spent six months backpacking from Guatemala to Colombia. I spent two months traveling around Ireland, England and, briefly, Scotland. In the US I made it to Hawaii, Seattle, and Memphis. I'm doing good. But, even though spent most of the year moving around, I felt like I was at a standstill. I got lazy traveling last year, picking places not because they were where I necessarily wanted to go most but because they were convenient or cheap. I hardly worked, choosing instead to squander my...

When Jeremy suggested a James Bond-themed cocktail party for New Year's Eve I was a little skeptical. For one, it was at Orange, which is a brunch place that isn't usually open past early afternoon. For two, it was a benefit for some Tibetan medical program and I was a little afraid that we'd be surrounded by Buddhists or something or, as Jeremy later said, feel like we were crashing someone's office party. For three, it was a little pricey (for an unemployed girl like me, that is). But, it did include an open bar. And, if there is one...

I've always liked writing year-end recaps, reflecting on everything I accomplished in the past 365 days (or 366, I suppose). I started writing in this blog shortly after the New Year in 2006 as a way to help me get over my social anxiety and push myself towards living a better life. The more I did, the more I had to write about. And then the more I wanted to do. It was as simple as that. And every year since has just gotten better and better....

It’s 2011. And that means it is either the year I turn 30 and do the most awesome thing I’ve ever done or that it’s the year I turn 30 and chicken out and be lame. Those were the first words I wrote here in 2011. As the year changed from 2011 to 2012 I was standing on the edge of a boat to little fanfare. There was a group of people dancing in the cabin. There was a group of people who climbed to the top of the canopy. I had promised a boy a midnight kiss, but he was no...

It's 2011. And that means it is either the year I turn 30 and do the most awesome thing I've ever done or that it's the year I turn 30 and chicken out and be lame. We're going for option number 1....