twothousandandthirteen

I am not sad to see twothousandandthirteen ride off into the sunset on a speckled mare. I say, good riddance! It was a year of hard knocks and (wo)manning up. Putting on my big girl panties and not crying. Dealing with it. Realizing that women have it hard, but that we can handle it. Juggling being a mother, a woman, an employee, a wife, a partner, a daughter.

It was a difficult year, but it was also wonderful, enlightening, and tender. I did a lot of growing up. It was hard. It was hard to say goodbye to the girl and welcome to the woman, yet it was time. I turned 30 in twothousandandthirteen and I used to think that I would have it all figured out by then. By 30. I am far away from figuring anything out. I have a long way to go. I am up to the challenge, I just hope I can live up to my own personal expectations.  

twothousandandthirteen wasn't an easy dance, it was an intricate tango. It was a learning experience. It was necessary for one so spoiled and lazy.

It was a year of wonder, of stripped down bareness, of unequaled tenderness.

It was welcoming Madeline into this crazy, incredibly world (and family).

It was saying farewell to my beloved grandfather.

It was knowing a new kind of love.