What a year it has been, and it isn't even over yet.

What a year it has been...

I moved twice, had eight different roommates, some of whom I liked. I was prodded to leave, forced out by a homeowner default and eviction, and even had a landlord attempt to set fire to my domicile (allegedly.) I gained more furniture than I could possibly do anything with, I finally stopped the unending flood of movie purchases which have cursed and vexed me through my many moves. I didn't buy a car, and became quite sure I don't really want one, all things considered.

I lost a best friend, and regained them. I lost another friend, but didn't get that one back. I've suffered loss, as have many around me. I lost an old classmate, while others got married and divorced. But children were born too. I had arguments and debates with the ones I loved, things were said which shouldn't have been said, but it led to the things which needed to be said, so it was worth it.

I fell in love, had my heartbroken, and fell in love all over again. I had one too many relationships. (Hint: never let your sister set you up or to prod you into dating anyone.) I saw the beauty in life where it was hardly appreciated. I met a joyous woman with glasses and a spirit about her which fills one with the warmth of the sun. I met someone whose humor and determination is boundless, making me in awe of them.

I've lost weight, I've lost hair, though I'm not sure I care about either. I drank way too much, I've smoked way too much. I've gone through five bongs and one vaporizer and decided enough was enough. I bought a computer, lost a computer, and then got one for Christmas (the greatest gift ever.)

I watched the Jets stage improbable run to the AFC Championship Game followed by an inevitable collapse this season. I've seen the Texas Rangers in the World Series, and Brett Favre get his comeuppance. Charlatians and imposters were spotted, the curtain hiding the true Wizard of Oz was pulled back, thanks to some perv Swede.

I pursued my goals, acheiving even the smallest of my dreams, filling me with the greatest happiness I can't even possibly comprehend let alone write about it. I even wrote a book.

2010 was another rung of the ladder for me, just as it was for all of us. The world spins on, the days click on by whether we want them to or not. I have improved my station ever so much, even with the chaos drama heartache sadness tragedies which found me on the way. We remember the bad memories more, I guess scars stick around longer than we wish (I also got one of those, too.) Tragedy may befall, but it does not define, if you don't let it.

While admiring the view from the rung of 2010, I know 2011's rung must be climbed, and so I climb. We don't know what will come along the way, absolutely nothing is guaranteed at all. So let us live for the life we want. Perhaps we won't get there in 2011, I know I'm not nearly there yet, but what's the point in living without even trying? Happy New Year 2011 to all of us!