Thursday, January 1, 2009

Remembering 2008...the good, the bad, and the ugly

Well, I made it out alive. With an incessant year of one whirlwind occurrence after another I can't help but look back in awe and wonderment. Whether it has been business or pleasure each moment has capitalized some sort of transformation of my character and lifestyle. I think I have successfully analyzed and shrink wrapped all of my experiences and placed them into three basic categories in my mind.

The good:
planning the very successful Fashion Midwest Runway Revue @ Liar's Club
opening Vitae Design Collective with Alyssa, Julie, Melissa and Sarah
my 24th birthday with my girls and family
drinking too many margaritas in Vegas with my Mom
skiing in Vail and brewery hopping in Fort Collins w/ Garrett and my sister
expanding rok:her:roots to Seattle, New York, and Iowa City
applying to Drake to finish my degree
getting my life back
my Dad's life and recovery
making some very special friends
cleaning out my closet (see ya skeletons!)
St. Vitus and the Taxi will all know VERY soon :)
discovering who I am on my own

The bad:
losing my job
getting ditched in Arizona
sitting on a curb for 3 hours after a one-night-stand
moving out of my beautiful house

The ugly:
hearing "I don't love you anymore"
depression and therapy
panic attacks and Lexipro
financial ridiculousness
my car getting towed
disappointing good friends
break-up fights
seeing my Dad have a heart-attack on Christmas Day

Sheesh. There it all is in black and white. Through it all I have learned that everyone has the power to choose their destiny. You can opt to only see the negative or realize that with every downfall, every disappointment, and every grief is a life lesson waiting to be exposed. These obstacles are merely opportunities. Simply chances to renew yourself and your priorities. Don't let life eat you alive...take in the poison and spit out sunshine :)

Happy New Year, Friends!

1 comment:

  1. Hey have had a hell of a year, huh? I'm sorry to hear about your Dad and bet it scared the crap out of you. I'm glad he's getting better.
    I was with my Dad when he passed from cancer in March and nearly a year later I still dream about him and cry a lot. Still haven't emptied his house and it was broken into Sunday night...not cool. If I catch the bastards who stole my Dad's last 12 pack that I sat and drank one of everytime I went home....they will suffer. I feel like they took one of the last things that made me think of him, stupid Bud Lite.

    Nice blog, congrats on expanding your line! I'll add a link to you and Alyssa's etsy shops to my site.