Duh. Obvious. I have good reason. It was the most phenomenal year.
It was the year of the ox. It was the year of a new president. It was the year Saved By the Bell reunited. It was the year we lost car companies to bankruptcy. It was the year we found ourselves in more debt after bailing out banks. It was the year Kanye West was a douchebag. It was the year people realized Kanye West has always been a douchebag.
It was the year I fell in love with this song:
And this song:
It was the year, one morning, I happenstance-ly slowed dance with the best man I've ever had the honor to dance with to this song:
It was the year this show reminded me what it meant to be in love and to be in love with J.J Abrams. It was the year I wish I wrote this book. It was year I was surprised with the best concert of my life performed by this woman.
It was the year I realized that it's when we lose is the same time we learn. It was the year I realized that friendships can change too quickly and so can your own life. It was the year I learned what it meant to not have health insurance. It was the year I thought that my life was in danger. It was the year I learned that if I was ever in danger I would have some of the biggest hearts to help me through it. It was the year money was the tightest and I was the smartest at saving it. It was the year that I learned that writing may not always pay, but sometimes the pay can't measure up to being published in a national magazine or winning a story slam or knowing you are doing what you are meant to be doing.
It was the year I explored New York, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Toronto--- including the people of my life that live there. It was the year I knew that I want to travel the world as a career.
It was the year I learned what it meant to be OK with being single. It was the year I learned you have to be OK being single so when you're not single anymore... you have to be best you you'll ever be before you are the best with anyone else.
It was the year I fell madly in love and learned that madly in love isn't a temporary feeling that is later replaced with animosity. Falling madly in love is a way of life. It's knowing that no matter how many friends disappear, you still have one. It's knowing no matter how many career bumps, you still have some one that bumps you to keep going. It's knowing he's there for the ride:
So I may be the worse blog updater of 2009, but it feels really nice having a darn-good reason why.
Later 2009 and thank you.