This year, we are starting the year off with a long over due set of curtains for our bedroom. It feels so zen that it will be hard for me to leave it.
In 2013, I made a list of things that I wanted to have to kickstart a life of luxury (in my own terms). While certain items on the list were gifts or courtesy of Cliff, I was surprised to find that, aside from owning a bunch of clothes and having my own garden (both of which I don't think are attainable), I've unconsciously completed the list. In addition to that, I've gone through two French presses (just bought my third-- and hopefully, final-- stainless steel press to prevent breaking the pot again), read a total of 19 books (hence the library), began and ended a career on my accord, and decided to go into social work.
In reflection of the year, I'd like to note how often I spent journaling my thoughts on a daily basis. As much as I'd like to say it was for the mere benefit of improving my writing technique, it was really because I had a mentally taxing year, and I was able to cope through journaling. A film I don't recommend during that kind of instability is Tom Ford's A Single Man. I have never been more frightened of myself in my entire life.
All this to say... I'm anxious to be a learner this year, so that I can become the best social worker I can be.
