Week 50: 2015 in review
This will be my last blog post of the year. I’m home for the holidays, and 2015 is wrapping up. I have to say I’m pretty proud of myself for blogging in 50 of 52 weeks. All things considered, I’ll call that a success.
Looking back, 2015 was an exciting year for me. It was a year of change and growth and adventure and exploration. It was a year of new and old friends, fun times and crazy nights, ups and downs, exploring and finding my way. In short, I lived a lot in 2015.
It was my first full year in Los Angeles, so it was my first full year of exploring this city, settling into my life here, finding my place and figuring out my own routines.
It was a year of friends. I made so many new friends this year, some who are already very close friends, and I am so grateful for that. I also had old friends come back into my life and enrich it in new ways this year, and I am also so grateful for that.
It was a year of running. I ran my first half-marathon, two 10Ks and a 5K. I took therapeutic runs along the beach by myself and live-chat runs around the neighborhood with my roommate.
It was a year of yoga. I did a lot of yoga, and I am even more in love with it.
It was a year of reading. I’m currently on my 50th book of the year, which means I have met my goodreads goal and have read almost a book a week.
It was a year of travel. I went to Greece, Chicago, Las Vegas, Santa Barbara, Kansas City, South Bend, the Outerbanks, San Diego, Palm Desert, Temecula, San Francisco and Santa Fe. I am already planning my travel for next year.
It was a year of concerts. I saw Eric Church, Britney Spears, Sam Smith, James Bay, Zac Brown Band and Walk the Moon. I tried to see Tim McGraw, but he had to cancel.
It was a year of adventures. I rode a mechanical bull. I off-roaded (unintentionally) on a Greek island. I danced on the table at a bar. I climbed a fence in high heels. I took chances and tried new things. I put myself out there and talked to strangers. I didn’t let fear stop me, and I did what I wanted to do.
It was NOT a year of dating. Well, it was a year of unsuccessful dating, you might say. And that was difficult and frustrating and hurtful and lonely at various times, but now, looking back, I am very OK with it because if I had been successfully dating, I wouldn’t have had the time and freedom to do all the other living I did in 2015.
I did a lot of living in the 2015, and if I’d had a boyfriend, that might not have happened. I wouldn’t have been able to focus on friends and travel and adventures. I wouldn’t have had the time for reading and running and myself. This was a perfect year to explore and be single and live for my friends and have my adventures before someone else comes into the picture.
I might not blog in 2016. Of my 2015 goals, I didn’t do so great with playing guitar and scrapbooking, so I might take time off from blogging and devote it to those activities. Then again, I might decide to keep writing.
Happy holidays to everyone who has been reading, and a huge thank you to all those who made my 2015 as full, exciting, exploratory and wonderful as it was.
Currently reading: Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
Song of the week: *NSYNC’s “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays”
Currently watching: Catching up on The Affair and The Good Wife
Plans for the next two weeks: Being home, spending time with family, seeing friends, enjoying the holidays and relaxing.