I had something of a philosophical moment when I was in the bath. My toes were playing with the chain attached to the plug and my mind wandered.
2013 taught me a lot of things. It was probably the biggest year of my life. A lot of things happened, a lot of things didn’t happen which almost did, and even more things didn’t even come close to happening.
In 2013, I learned that first impressions are not always correct, and the person you think you can’t stand, becomes a good friend and powerful ally.
I learned that, despite Disney’s incessant insisting, a woman can finally reach her dream without needing a man to help her along the way.
I learned that people are hard, and cruel, and unfair. But people are also good, and kind, and loving. One just needs to distinguish which ones are which.
I learned that being so close to dying doesn’t actually change the way you live your life. If anything, it just makes you appreciate the way you’ve lived up until now.
On a related note, I learned that when I don’t want to eat a cinnamon swirl, something is terribly wrong with me.
I learned that, to some people, money is more important that family, that those are the people I don’t need in my life.
I probably learned a lot more than this, but my brain is full of Spiral Dance and I haven’t had coffee in over nine hours… NINE hours. I don’t even know how I’m still functioning.
Most importantly, 2013 was the year in which my manuscript was accepted for publication, after almost seventeen years of waiting. That moment where I hold my novel in my hands for the first time, smell its paper, thumb through its pages, see the names of my characters printed and bound… it would be indescribable.
To make up for my lack of articulation, here are two adorable wolf cubs.
D’awwww, look at those cute widdle smooshy faces! *pouts*