My year end look back usually takes a month later to actually occur. It gives me plenty of time to get out of my funk about what I didn’t accomplish and focus on what I did. This year end has been completely different. I’ve been rattling on to everyone who will listen about what a fantastic year I had. Maybe it’s because I already went through my funk. Or maybe it’s because the year was pretty kick ass! Here’s why (with pictures of course!):
How could I ignore the fact I was able to meet Mikel Jollett not once, but twice, this year? Of course I couldn’t. I get the most hits on this little ole blog from “Mikel Jollett Author” and “Mikel Jollett Girlfriend.” Boy, those people must be very disappointed to see my face and bubble art. But back to Mikel and me. Sure, the first time we shared a moment; his face beamed with charisma. The second one…not so much. Either way, it’s one of those surreal things. I mean, if you would’ve told me I could have the opportunity once this year, I would have been ecstatic. I was fortunate to get a twofer. It doesn’t mean I’m done with him yet. He will be on the resolution page (coming soon) as well.
Meredith Barnes Kicks Ass!
The year started with a chance encounter with Meredith through her blog because of winning a tag line contest. What it turned into was a defining moment. I really can’t go on enough about how much I adore her. Yes, you people who deal with me face to face already know because I gush on a regular basis about her awesomeness.
There are times where I read blogs about writers doubting the humanity of agents. This is a completely foreign concept in my mind. They have always been gracious, friendly, and they pretty much bend over backwards to be helpful. Does it mean they signed my work? Or begged me to send my grocery list because all my writing is that awesome? Of course not. Does it mean I have the utmost respect for them? Sure the hell does. Meredith is a fine example if you need one.
If 2010 was about cupcakes and cookie pops, 2011 was about the flood cookie. I’ve watched Martha Stewart do it for years and made a few attempts before with terrible results. With some wild hair one weekend, I was determined to figure it out. I learned a lot in the process, most of which I was able to apply to writing and this blog.
This may tread dangerously close to Mikel and me, but I had a record year for concerts with a total of 5! The amazing part is the fact I live in a small town where no one dares to mark on their tour map. This year I saw Atomic Tom, Cold War Kids, The Airborne Toxic Event (2), B-52s, Human League, and Men Without Hats. It was epic. I Safety Danced hard core.
After ten years of living in Oregon and barely making it out of my county limits, I headed for the big city and Urban Girl was born. Work trips and concerts traveled my hipness to Portland where I dined on fancy food, walked the streets like a pro (hey, wait a minute….), and drank micro brews with the best of them. In a drunken stupor mid-day, Hubs and I walked into a Doc Martin store and I strolled out with these bad boys. Hey-oooo!!!! Portland is one of those things I commit to doing again this year.
The accomplishment I’m most proud of (and have you to thank) is the fact I have blogged the entire year. I don’t have a schedule and I’m no where near my blogging idol, Tawne Fenske, but I’ve kept at it pretty steady. I’ve incorporated my love for stories, baked goods, and Mikel Jollett to create something I am really proud of. This place is me. It’s what I do. It’s who I am. It’s what I love.