After organizing my shoes on the new shoe racks I requested for Christmas (insert “I’ll never get pregnant before marriage” joke here), ya girl is back at it again with the blogging. One of my New Year’s Resolutions was to continue blogging on a regular basis, and I’m going to start with this, my annual year in review post.
Honestly, this post holds a special place in my heart, as do all of the others, and I really do it more for myself than anyone else. It’s amazing to be able to look back at the last year and think about everything that’s happened in my life and how crazy how much can happen in just five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes. (Because that’s how you measure a year.) ((In addition to measuring in love.))
I knew going into 2017 that it would be a crazy busy year, and one full of change, but I don’t think I could’ve imagined all of the change that would happen outside of the obvious. One of the biggest and most life-changing things happened when I least expected it (isn’t that always how it goes?) and I can’t wait to see what happens with it in 2018 (and onward).
Anyway. Let’s go.
After my first actual Christmas break since I was in high school, I started back on school with my final two courses – my Liberal Arts Capstone and a Jane Austen course. I thought both would be fairly simple. Turns out Jane was a breeze (thanks, years of watching period dramas for fun!!!!!). The Capstone, on the other hand… *laughs through tears* To be completely honest, it was the hardest semester of school I’d ever experienced. I cried more in those three months than ever before. Due to stress, I ate way too much ice cream and got incredibly bad acne. For the first time ever, I considered quitting and dreaded getting up in the morning to study. The only thing that pushed me through it was the fact that I was close, and if I could just finish, I knew I’d be able to conquer anything.
And I did, praise the Lord.
In addition to this, I discovered a lot of new things. Dear Evan Hansen came early in the beginning of the month. Life. Changing. Listen to the soundtrack – and watch a bootleg, if you can find one. I also discovered a brand new show (Teen Wolf – hello, you weirdly beautiful show) and, through obsessing over said show, found my best friend. The show was a gateway to conversations about growing up, maturing, being a young adult while still living at home, and relationships – all incredibly easy because we’d known each other for almost eight years and had the same upbringing. After drifting away from someone who I’d previously called my best friend, it was so heartwarming to find someone new. Since then, we’ve created so many memories together and have stretched each other in so many ways and I can’t imagine myself without her.
I also blogged about how scared I was to start writing, which turned out to be not so scary after all. After that, I worked on my novel several times a week at Starbucks or at home or in my car or wherever I could find a power outlet (because my laptop battery suuuuucked), until finally finishing it at the end of March. (And then starting up again as I started submitting queries.)
Minor notable events: I met Veronica Roth and got a signed copy of her latest novel, Carve the Mark, and started going to a college age Bible study that was one of the highlights of my semester.
I got a Facebook account during this month and I’ve never been more disgusted and intrigued. It’s like a car crash – you’re horrified but you just. can’t. look. away. I take frequent breaks from it and rarely scroll through my feed because of it, but it’s led to many good things (I wouldn’t have a few of the best people in my life if I didn’t have it).
I also struggled with a long-time crush during February. (Stupid love month.) It’s hard being so sure that you and a guy would be a great couple when he barely knows you exist. After several prayers and seeing him way too many times, it finally went away. It was for the best, after all, and I learned a lot about myself and relationships through it. I wish I hadn’t gotten so obsessed and let him take over so much of my brain, but it’s all over now and we’re friends.
I also cried over my Capstone a lot. Dang that professor. He told me not to worry about my grades (after not grading my papers for literally weeks) because that was “childish.” I’ve only close to legitimately hating someone once before (a teenage girl who made such a horrific impact on my younger sister that she still lives with the consequences years later), and I don’t want to ever come that close again. He taught me a lot, though – like to always remember that people have feelings, that people are always capable of rising above impossibly dreadful situations, and that self-care is something that everyone needs. (Meanwhile, my Austen professor was an absolute gem, and the entire class enjoyed a very lively discussion of Austen’s works and other historical novels – complete with memes. It was an easy A course and I adored every moment of it.)
I did take a weekend off to go to a retreat in the mountains with my WITAlive friends and it was a blast. I made so many new friends and developed deeper connections with friends I’d made before. It was phenomenal and I’ll cherish those memories forever. I also started volunteering as a small group leader at my church and grew to love all of my little sixth-grade girls dearly. Other things of note: I attended a 20’s themed 20th birthday party for two of my dearest friends, one of the highlights of my year. I also saw Newsies in the movie theatre with my friends (twice) and it slayed my life.
March started off with a bang – my first royalty check. For the first time, my career as a writer finally felt real. People had bought my book and I heard from a lot of them that they enjoyed it. WHAT A CONCEPT.
I also got Rather Existential™ about finishing college. As the schoolaholic I was, I had no idea how to have a life outside of school. Especially in that last semester of college, where all of my time was devoted to finishing my capstone, I clung to the hours I spent in my room on my laptop, writing pages and pages of this massive final paper. It was so hard and took so much time and stressed me out so much, but I didn’t want to let it go. After eight years of finding my identity in my schoolwork (because I didn’t have too many friends in high school and sunk much of my time into being the best at school that I could), I didn’t know how to be myself outside of it. I distinctly remember letting myself sink into fear and God revealing through His word that I shouldn’t be afraid of the future – three times in one passage after a particularly hard day of letting go of the reins.
And then, before I realized what was happening, it was March 24th and I was submitting my final paper and then going to a friend’s house to shoot his guns. I remember unloading a semi-automatic rifle (with impeccable accuracy, I might add) on a certain target while screaming, “This is for you, professor!!!” That was a good moment.
Also during March, I went to DNOW with my group of sixth grade girls from my church and enjoyed it immensely, and saw my first play at the massive theatre in my little town (Tarzan) and fantasized with a friend about acting. (Little did we know, we’d be on that same stage with some of the same people only a few months later.)
This month started out with two of my best friends surprising me by driving all the way down from Virginia to hang out with me and my siblings. We drank too much coffee and played April Fools Day tricks on people and they consoled me when I started freaking out about not getting a passing grade on my big final paper. (I ended up passing, though. It just looked like I hadn’t passed because he still hadn’t graded papers that I’d submitted a month ago. Classic.)
My brother started competing with his robotics team, and I watched like the proud mom friend/sister I am as his team went all the way through to the world competition in Houston. (They ended up getting third in the world. Yeah, he’s pretty smart.) Another time I felt like a mom was when I took the twins I’d been nannying for two years to their Easter party at a farm, complete with bunnies, an Easter egg hunt, and adorable clothes.
My world was slightly rocked when I found out that a good guy friend liked me and wanted to see what would happen if we explored being more than Just Friends™. After twenty-two years of never hearing that any guy had even the slightest bit of romantic interest in me, it was a lot to handle. (I actually got the text as I was telling my parents – half jokingly, half seriously – that I repel men.)
Towards the end of the month, my entire family went to Houston with my brother for a week for his robotics competition and I volunteered to stay home, hold down the fort, watch our new puppies (!!!), and cover both Katie’s and my own nannying days. I was a little disappointed that I could only watch the competition via livestream, but it was honestly one of the best weeks of my life. I saw Matilda with my grandma, invited my best friend to spend a few days with me (watching movies and episodes of Teen Wolf and being awful influences on one another and basically being way too domestic), dyed my hair blue, and spent many hours talking to aforementioned guy.
I also submitted my first query letter, went to another author event with my best bookish friend, and declared my best friend love for my bestie (who’d just done the same in a totally separate conversation).
Continuing my inclination to be a mom with no children, I spent several hours in early May helping one of the twins pull her loose tooth out. It took an entire afternoon of both Katie and I assuring her that it wouldn’t hurt, promising her candy, and hugging and kissing away her sobs. The tooth finally came out and the little girl told us she wished she’d done it earlier. (Smh. Listen to me, child!) As this was the last month of picking them up from their preschool – as Katie and I had done for the last three years – I held moments like this close to my heart. I’m not ashamed to say that I sobbed at their graduation along with the other moms I’d gotten to know over the last three years. I still miss getting parenting and relationship advice and obsessing over This is Us with those moms and can’t wait to have that again with my own kids.
One of the most exhausting weekends of my life – mentally, emotionally, and physically – happened during this month. I ended things with the guy after a month of getting to know each other, helped my family move out of the house we’d called home for the last six years (the longest my siblings and I had ever lived anywhere), and unpacked boxes and cleaned and organized a few rooms in the new house while my mom was gone the afternoon after we’d moved in for our Mother’s Day present for her. After barely getting any sleep, I remember crashing on the couch for a few hours after cleaning the new house, completely dead to the world.
One of the best things that has ever happened to me happened during this month. When my family moved into our new house, my sister and I moved into the basement (which we would later start paying rent for). We each have our own room, a shared bathroom and closet (which my parents were able to copy exactly from the master bathroom – perks of building a house, even though it took over a year – #BLESSED), and our own living room/kitchenette. We decorated the kitchenette like Luke’s from Gilmore Girls (complete with an adorable coffee mug shelf just like his that holds thirty mugs), and just got open shelving installed by a neighbor this past week. After living on the first floor, directly off the kitchen and living room, and sharing a bathroom with two sisters (which doubled as our guest bathroom), living down here in the basement has been nothing short of heaven. Sure, I can hear thumps from the school room directly above me, but it’s infinitely better than what I had before. We still don’t have wifi at the new house (and probably won’t for several years), but it’s so gorgeous and has so much potential. My family is so happy here and we’re all incredibly blessed.
I also organized my college graduation party, and was so happy that all of my best friends came – even some friends from out of town, who we explored Atlanta with in the days after. One of my favorite things was sitting in a circle with the 20+ people who came (I’ve never been one for big parties and firmly believe in quality over quantity) and hearing about their first impressions of me. (One was actually sad that I was so in love with Captain America… looking back on the last few months of my life makes me want to laugh and say “Joke’s on you!”)
After moving to our wifi-less house, I started downloading episodes of shows off Netflix while I was at church so I could watch them during the week. I made it through several seasons of The Office this way, which I’ll forever link to mornings spent drinking coffee and bingeing shows, happy to not have the stress of school or a full-time job (yet).
So began another month of watching shows in the morning, nannying in the afternoons, and questioning my existence. Looking back, I realize how blessed I was to have those peaceful moments before starting a full-time job in November, but, in those weeks, it was a struggle to see the good. I applied for jobs and never heard back, wondered if I could find another nannying job (as the one I’d done for the last few years was swiftly coming to an end), and wished I had the structure of school. In my hours of unexpected free time, I read books, edited my novel (The Art of Letting Go), got tons of constructive criticism on it, and finally – finally – started submitting query letters to agents. That, by far, was one of the best things I did last year, and something I’m still very proud of.
I also met my long-time friend Heather from Australia that I met through this blog (hey, girl!), and am currently looking forward to spending a few days with her next month (!!!).
During this month, I was able to enjoy visits from several different friends who lived in different states. I also went to our old house to steal the wifi and watch the Tony awards (feeling incredibly inspired by the fact that all of the nominations for best play were debuts and sobbing my eyes out when the cast of Dear Evan Hansen – especially Ben Platt – swept the awards).
My sisters and I won lottery tickets to see the touring production of Mamma Mia!, and we dragged my brother along (although he later admitted he enjoyed it). I had a bite of a Krispy Kreme donut for the first time in seven years and nearly cried.
One night, I went to visit a good friend at a local theatre and watch her work on a play – a kids’ summer program put on by some of Katie’s theatre friends. I brought a book to read if I got bored, but was asked to fill in for one of the actresses (who, a few weeks into rehearsals, still not shown up). I was happy to oblige. I worked blocking with this friend, read the other girl’s lines, and kept having to correct “we should do this” to “you guys should do this.” At the end of rehearsals, the director looked at me and said, “You know you’ve got the part, right? Is that okay? Can you do it?” And that, my friends, is how I got into theatre. I was an outlier – five years older than the oldest person in the cast and one of the minor characters, with only five lines of my own – but I had such a blast. I warned them that they were literally never getting rid of me after that, and, judging from the last few months, it’s been insanely accurate.
I also got my diploma and tassel in the mail (perks of getting my degree online), bought my first (five) succulents, started re-reading Before You Meet Prince Charming (Lord Jesus give me strength), got a Peter Pan phone case, watched Band of Brothers over a week with my brother, finally started losing weight (!!!!), started watching Riverdale (the soapiest of soap operas and yet I was so obsessed), had the first of many sleepovers with two of my best friends, and hosted my first immersive Clue night (where my cousins and siblings and I dressed up as Clue characters as we played Clue – still one of the best ideas I’ve ever had). All in all, a packed month.
In July, we spent a week at my grandparents’ house for our annual cousin camp – give or take a few days because of work. I finished the last few episodes of the first season of Riverdale while snuggled up in my sleeping bag and also worked with my grandma for hours on cardboard cars so we could have a “drive-in” movie. We watched one of my grandma’s old high school math students reprise his role in Beauty and the Beast in a local production after first seeing him play Lumiere ten years before, which was incredible.
My sister and I also spent nine days working at a vendor during AmericasMart in Atlanta. After waking up at five-thirty every morning, driving an hour, staying on my feet from eight in the morning to six or seven at night, then driving an hour back home… I think it’s safe to say I almost died of exhaustion.
Later that month, some friends drove up from Florida for the weekend to see my brother play the Tin Man in a local production of The Wizard of Oz. I also went with one of them to the Fox Theatre to see Idina Menzel in concert. She’s such a diva but it was so worth it! I also kept working on my novel and sending out query letters, but faced more and more rejection. Now I no longer feel better whenever people tell me that “J.K. Rowling submitted to twelve publishers before getting one!” Yeah, come back when you’ve submitted to more than thirty and only two have asked to see more (before turning it down).
In the end of July, Beauty of the Century (the kids show) opened, and I spent every night at the theatre for a week (tech week, but often we’d just sit on the stage after the kids left and talk for hours). Four shows in one weekend, then it was over. I will never forget that experience. Trying to keep thirty kids quiet backstage while the show was going on affirmed that, but it was more than just the craziness – it was the family that formed in those weeks, which was something I hadn’t experienced in such a long time. I was a backstage mom for those kids, and I still love each and every one of them. And there’s just something so exhilarating about being on a stage and being part of a story that plays out, in real time, before an audience… which is why I started to think seriously about auditioning for a that a new friend was a part of, especially after he said that it involved stage combat.
I ushered in this month by spending three days with my best friend, getting my hair cut seven inches shorter, and going to a baseball game at the new baseball stadium in town with friends. My bestie also introduced me to bubble tea, and after looking through pictures, I’m craving it again. (Thanks, Karlee.) We also went to see a production of Midsummer Night’s Dream, which was put on by the production company that would later do Treasure Island. (The cast included a few people who I’d met during Beauty, and some people who I would later consider some of my best friends, even though I didn’t even know their names at the time. Crazy how that happens, isn’t it?) In line with theatre stuff, I also attended the awards show for the theatre that had hosted Beauty, since my brother had been nominated for an award as the titular character in The Pied Piper of Hamlin, the kids show from the previous year’s summer program. (Again, people were nominated that I barely knew and would, in less than three months time, become more dear to me than some people I’d known for years.)
The twins started kindergarten and attended an after-school program during the days I usually nannied, so I inadvertently found myself with even more free time. It was a struggle to let go at first, because hanging out with these adorable small children every Tuesday and Thursday had been my routine for the last two and a half years. I’d lost my little buddies… and my only source of income. To say that the months following were downers would be an understatement. To make up for it, I started babysitting at a Classical Conversations co-op once a week. It wasn’t much, but I took what I could get. Meanwhile, I looked for a new job.
To distract myself from this aspect of my life, I decided to audition for Treasure Island. If I couldn’t have a job, I could at least have some structure, right? It helped knowing that several of my close younger friends were auditioning as well. I prepared a monologue (the opening scene of Dear Evan Hansen, plus a little more from later on) and did it. My hands shook the entire time and for several minutes afterward, but I did it anyway. After the monologues, we read selections from the play. I got to read the part of Doctor Livesey and instantly connected with the character. Two of my younger friends and I had plans to go rock climbing afterwards, so we had to leave early, but I left wishing and hoping and praying that I could get the part. To my complete and utter shock, after an entire afternoon and most of an evening of waiting with my fingers crossed… the cast list came. I’d gotten a part. A supporting lead (the doctor character I’d read for) with ninety-two lines for my second play – not too shabby! And not just lines – the way the play was orchestrated, most of it was narration by Jim, Captain Smollet, and, yours truly, Doctor Livesey. I had massive paragraphs of narration, facing the audience, in a spotlight, including the opening monologue of Act 2. I instantly freaked out, wondering if I could even do it. But I was determined to try – and, more than that, incredibly excited.
My siblings and I also started hosting a movie night sleepover every few weeks with some friends to introduce them to Harry Potter. It’s been super fun, especially since we were never really allowed to do sleepovers when we were younger. It’s also pretty great having a space of our own to do this! I won more lottery tickets to see the touring production of An American in Paris (making it the third professional musical I’d see this year – #blessed), so my sister and I went with some of her friends. It was more ballet-focused than I’d thought, and absolutely stunning in every way. I also started learning French, killed four MASSIVE spiders within the space of two weeks (I’m not kidding – they were about four inches long and I’ve got the pictures to prove it), spent another week watching action movies with my brother, and sat on the roof of my Volvo wagon to watch the eclipse.
An agent also asked to see my entire manuscript and, although he later turned it down, it was a great feeling.
Rehearsals for Treasure Island continued – including the amazing Saturday combat rehearsals – and I started making more friends from the cast. Going through my pictures to remember what happened in those months reminded me of those first texts, friend requests, Instagram notifications, and little things I’d tell my best friend about them. I also started asking for advice on how to subtly flirt with a certain cast member because of his Captain America shirt.
I started taking my younger friend to and from rehearsal every week, and we’d sit on her porch swing at night and talk. Those hours spent talking with her until I had to drag myself away built up our friendship more than it had in the last six years that I’d known her and formed some of my favorite memories in this season of my life. She’s seven years younger than me, but she’s one of my best friends.
Halfway through the month, my family went on our annual beach trip – something we’d skipped the year before in order to go to Disney instead (meaning we hadn’t gone in two years and were long past due for a trip). We had so much fun sitting on the beach, reading, watching TV shows and movies, and just spending time with one another. My siblings and I also took a few afternoon excursions by ourselves and felt super basic with our frappucinos and quality Instagram pictures. During this beach trip, a friend from church decided to set me up on a blind date, which I hesitantly accepted and scheduled for a few days after I got home. (That story is too long to share here, but suffice it to say that the date went well but then he ghosted me. Oh well. I’d finally had my first date. Check that off the bucket list!)
I distinctly remember texting a friend that, in the hours before, I’d (1) gotten an email from an agent asking for the first fifty pages of my novel, (2) started prepping for an interview the next week, (3) scheduled a blind date, and (4) memorized lines because “on top of all of this craziness hey why not star in a play.” The agent later turned down the novel (recently, actually) and the blind date flopped, but I successfully memorized all of my lines and (three interviews and many tears later) got the job.
Ahh, yes. The month where everything changed. In this month, I got asked out for the first time, successfully co-starred in a play, auditioned for another play, and got a job.
My friendship with my theatre friends deepened, we had a night that will forever go down in Elliott Family Lore as the Bonfire of Love, and a friend (and former castmate) was killed in a car crash and I found out about it right after being sick and right before auditioning for Miracle on 34th Street. (I’m not kidding – being sick, finding out, and auditioning all happened in the space of about an hour and a half.) Because of that (and because I was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted), I thought I’d bombed the audition. There really wasn’t even a part for me, as the lead called for a woman in her thirties and the other female parts were very minor “elves.” I’d promised my mom a few days before that “even if I auditioned,” I wouldn’t have to be at every rehearsal. The next morning, I woke up to an email with the cast list. I’d gotten the lead. This time, I had a hundred and fifty-four lines. Again, not too shabby for something I’d done on a whim. This time, I freaked out for a solid week (during tech week for Treasure Island) before finally deciding that if I’d gotten myself into this mess, I might as well try my hardest to make it through it.
Rehearsals for Miracle started three days after Treasure Island closed, which was quite the whirlwind. I hated leaving my Treasure Island friends I’d grown to love so much, but I was happy to make new memories. A few of my favorite memories from Treasure Island include my Sexy Ben Franklin outfit, eating pizza at 2am with my new theatre besties after closing night, and listening to “I’m Still Here” from Treasure Planet at least once on the road to every rehearsal. (There’s also that time I chucked my gun into the audience on closing night… but we won’t talk about that.)
Other random favorite memories were shopping with two new theatre friends, visiting the Atlanta Shakespeare Tavern to see MacBeth with my sister, a theatre friend, and my Miracle director, meeting my love interest for Miracle in a roundabout way (and hiding from him, obviously), going on a date, and enjoying a fun Halloween party.
Ahh, yes. NaNo. I started the month with such high hopes, thinking I’d be able to participate again. But, sadly, no. I got ten thousand words in, then started working full time (with an hour-long commute – without traffic). There went that idea. I’m still going to finish that book, though. Slowly, surely, over the next few months. Looking forward to it, actually.
In the space of a weekend, I drove down to Florida with my sisters, participated in the most stressful wedding ever, visited several friends, came back to Georgia, hammered out six thousand words of my novel in an afternoon (before going to the Fox Theatre to see the cast of The Avengers do a benefit read-through of Our Town – ALL THE HEART EYES BECAUSE MY LIFE. WAS. MADE.), and started training for my new job – a receptionist position at a car dealership. It’s been almost four months and it’s been a struggle sometimes but I mostly love it to death.
Other than working ten hours a day, my life circled around rehearsals for Miracle, Christmas prep, maintaining my social life, and deepening friendships. The last week of November was ridiculous because I’d get up at 6:30, leave for work early to beat traffic, work ’til 5pm, fight traffic for an hour and a half all the way up to the theatre, rehearse for three or four hours, drive thirty minutes home, sleep for six or seven hours, and get up to do it all again. It’s a testament to how amazing my theatre friends are that they would still hang out with me after seeing me stressed to the point of tears.
December was a whirwind. Miracle opened and was a rousing success, much to the relief of myself and my costars. I was able to get all of opening day off, so I spent it at the theatre figuring out how to do my hair, finishing the set, buying flowers for all of the backstage moms, and trying not to have a nervous breakdown. Saturday gave me a real taste of what it’d be like the rest of the time, with leaving for work at seven in the morning, working 8:30-6, booking it to the theatre and only making it an hour before curtains, and then doing the show. Craziness.
There were so many little stories of things that happened during Miracle that would take an entire blog post to tell, but by far my favorite is when I literally ended the very last show with a bang. After the most romantic scene in the entire show, the lights went dark and everything was completely black. One of the tech guys hadn’t been there, so the table in the apartment set was on the wrong spike tape. Not a big deal – during the scene, I’d just skirted around it. This time, however, I’d forgotten that there were chairs. Instead of going in front of it like I had the entire rehearsal process and every single one of the six shows before, I went around back. Tragically, since I’d forgotten the chairs, I ran straight into one, knocking it over before tripping over it. I held in my laughter as I crawled offstage, then fell in the wings, laughing hysterically and trying to explain through whispered gasps what had happened. What a memory.
Another favorite memory of December is when my best friend from Iowa who I’d met on Pinterest a few years before but hadn’t met in real life yet flew over and spent an entire weekend with me. Even though she brought the snow that cancelled all of my birthday plans, two shows, and knocked out the power aND WATER FOR OVER FORTY-EIGHT HOURS… I still love her. We had such a blast hanging out together ranting, draining our laptop batteries to watch movies, reading books, and FaceTiming friends. We ate my birthday cheesecake by candlelight – a lot less romantic when you remember that you can’t brush your teeth afterwards… or flush the toilet… or wash your hands… Anyway, the events surrounding my birthday were pretty fantastic, even if my actual birthday wasn’t that great (minus Natalie, of course). We did end up getting to do an impromptu sleepover with my other best friend, and it. was. amazing. (Mostly because we had light and heat and queso and a John Krasinski movie on the big TV.) If anything, it reminded me that people who see me at my absolute worst and still love me are worth keeping around.
Other favorite memories from December include keeping our Ben & Jerry’s ice cream outside in the snow to keep it from melting completely, showering at a friend’s uncle’s house (because they had both power and water – PRAISE THE LORD), doing a photo shoot with my two bestest friends in the world on our last day together, knowing I’d made it through one of the worst days of my life on my second-to-last show day with applause (affirming my love for that famous Wonder quote – “I think there should be a rule that everyone in the world should get a standing ovation at least once in their lives” … especially on that particular day), absolutely crushing the last weekend of Miracle, getting bOTH A TRAMPOLINE AND A TOASTER OVEN FOR CHRISTMAS LIKE HELLO BEST CHRISTMAS EVER, and enjoying much too much time with my best friend eating pizza, ranting about life’s problems, and encouraging the h*ck out of one another. Oh, and I also went on more dates than I can count (with the same guy obviously who do you think I am), so that was also very fun and also a story for another time.
All that said, this year was incredible. I started off the year knowing it would be a year of change but I had no idea just how much would happen. I went from not knowing what the heck I was doing and yet moving forward anyway to realizing that I’m on some sort of sled going down a snowy hill and it’s just getting faster and faster but I don’t actually mind because it’s super fun??? Sorry for the weak metaphor but that’s what it feels like.
I asked for character development and got it in 2016. I asked for story progression and got it in 2017. So, in 2018, I’ll ask for more of both, because Lord knows I need both.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you. I love rereading these posts over the years and I’m more than happy to share with whoever’s still out there reading this blog.