There is something so retrospective about the last days of the year. Any unoccupied moments leave my mind wandering to this time last year.
My hopes. My dreams. My fears. And my expectations. For the holidays. And for the year which laid ahead, and now is quickly turning into history.
Certain scenes while once typical, now seem acutely pivotal, shuffling through my head on repeat.
Casual cups of coffee that changed the course of my days. Conferences that stripped me bare and sent me home overexposed. Conversations that inspired me to leap. And conversations that stole my courage and left me searching for the nearest cocoon.
The moments that have the most significance now are ones that I haven’t shared, or that have only been shared with a handful of dear friends. The actions, and sometimes the emotions, they evoke is the only fodder that is worth divulging.
Embarking on an adventure with close friends. Completing a half marathon. Learning everything I can, and then some, about orphan care. Seeing a counselor. Resigning from a safe and secure job. Cherishing time with my family. Moving across the country. And scrambling to create some semblance of a well-rounded life in a new time zone.
It’s just the stuff that memories are made of. It’s just the stories behind the songs, that compile the soundtrack of my life.
Have you found yourself being retrospective as 2011 comes to a close? Any realizations you want to share?