2013. The year we weren’t supposed to reach because the world was supposed to end. So they say…
Looking back, I can confirm something that I hoped at this exact time last year — 2012 was a year of transition for me. In the last 365 days, I moved 2,000 miles away from everything I knew, I turned 30, I started a new job, my dad retired, two of my best friends got married, I finally put another stamp in my passport, and I’ve been offered the opportunity to teach on a collegiate level — something that I’ve wanted to do since I was a little girl. I’m omitting that I found love, because I lost it too, but at least I got myself back to a place where I was open to love.
I made writing goals for myself, I bought my domain name after solidifying a pen name — the name I originally intended to give my first daughter. With the prospect of children being rather remote, at least right now, the name I selected was one of such importance that I just had to know it would be used. Simone Marrise.
And now, to look forward, I think 2013 will be another year of transition. This one may have more growing pains, but I think that I’ll be a little more fearless this year. A little more willing to do for myself what I would always do for others. More travel, and not just all of the work trips. More outings and opportunities. More chances to meet the goals I’ve always had for myself that I was starting to believe weren’t feasible. I moved 2,000 miles to a place where I had no friends or roots. It may sound unwise, but it was the best thing that I could have done for myself, because I proved that I can go anywhere from here.
2013. I’ll turn 31 in two weeks, and my thirties are already infinitely more promising that my 20’s were. My 20’s were so littered with loss that I couldn’t see any of my major accomplishments, like finishing college or graduating law school. Great accomplishments, but there was too much going on for me really appreciate what was happening. By this day next year, I’ll have at least one book published, hopefully I’ll have also published a scholarly article, I’ll be slated to teach another college-level course, and I’ll be settled in a state that is almost the exact opposite of my native California. Maybe I’ll find love again in the next year, but I’m not rushing that, nor am I scouring the earth in search of it. Maybe I’ll get another stamp or two in my passport this year. Maybe I’ll get serious about the prospect of buying a home, but I think that’s still a few years off. Hell, maybe I’ll win the power ball. Whatever happens, happens.
Goals I didn’t think I could attain are so close now. I’m gaining a confidence I thought I’d lost, and it feels so good to be at peace with the past and have a positive outlook on the future. I don’t intend to force any of my goals to happen prematurely, but I’m going to do my damnedest to check a few more off of the list in 2013.
No waiting until June to realize that time is passing by so quickly and nothing’s been achieved. Time to get started. Planning and intentions are great, but there’s no substitute for actual effort.