kind of really rough, if I’m being honest.
I started this “thing” a few years ago, kind of inadvertently, dubbing 2010 the Year of Change.
And wowza, was it.
I started the year going back to my old job that I had left four months prior to try and write a book…or start writing a book…it’s still in pieces, by the way, and pregnancy brain doesn’t seem to allow me the same kind of creative juices. I blame the hormones.
Anyway, that March, Tim ran his first marathon (my second) on the gorgeous island of Hawaii.
It was HOT (80+) and super hard and neither of us were very happy with our finish time (this bit of information will be important in a minute).
Word to the wise: Do not train for a tropical climate marathon in the winter.
Then, sometime during the summer months…I think maybe July or August?…Tim started interviewing first with a recruiter and then with a bevy of other people over the phone and then in both Denver and Toledo…which led to him getting a job offer that he got over more than a few thousand other applicants (the proud wife has to brag). This led to my leaving my job – AGAIN (believe me, it didn’t go over well) and our moving to Denver the second week of October.
Of course, we had already signed up to run another marathon at the end of September to try and rectify our Hilo Marathon time…because obviously, we like to cram as much as we can into a year…so we did that and killed our finish time…(my own personal best is 4:49:something…just FYI)…
…and two weeks later we packed up and headed West to start a new chapter in our life.
(This picture is literally right before we left…)
I didn’t knight 2011 as the year of anything, probably because we had, literally, just moved into our new home and had boxes upon boxes all over the place. Our closing date was December 30, if that tells you anything.
I also hate to even look at moving boxes, now. They stir up all kinds of disorganized anxiety.
(Can you blame me?)
In hindsight, I should have called 2011 the Year of HARD.
This move to Denver was the first time I had ever made a big move and I had no idea what this kind of upheaval entailed.
He’d made a few big moves before “our” life together.
He tried to warn me.
I didn’t listen.
All I heard was DENVER and MOUNTAINS.
I should have listened.
The stress of moving plus Tim trying to adjust to his new job plus adjusting to living off of one income instead of two put a ton of strain on our relationship. It’s not easy trying to set a new routine, living in a place where you don’t know a single person. No, I take that back. We knew one person who lived nearby, a friend of Tim’s from years past who had moved out here…awhile ago.
Everything was a challenge.
Where was the grocery store? How do I drive in the snow? Where is the hospital? We need a dentist….why is there not a Zaxby’s or a Dunkin Donuts (not that we ate there in Georgia but, still, where were they?)?
To make 2011 all that much more exciting, we found out about baby sprout at the end of May, which made life that much more interesting.
I ran (my last) 10k, the Peachtree Road Race, while preggo and another word to the wise: Training for a hot, humid 10k in a low humidity, cool climate doesn’t bode well for anyone.
Funny thing, though, after the sprout came to “be,” Tim and my life began to calm down a little. We started to slip into somewhat of a routine. Granted, his 2011 at work was balls to the wall and I’ve never seen the man more stressed in my life.
2011 kicked our asses.
Because of that and because I just have this ‘feeling,’ I’ve dubbed 2012 as the Year of Good Things.
The world isn’t ending next December. That wouldn’t qualify as a “good thing,” so no need to fret about that tiny potential disaster anymore.
Obviously, baby sprout (!!), who, by the way, is going to be born in the year of the Chinese Water Dragon, which is apparently super awesome and highly revered in Chinese culture, especially if the baby is a boy.
(We won’t delve into how the dragon’s mortal enemy is the dog, which happen to be what Tim and I both are)
But the good things…they’re going to extend farther than that.
My new life as a mom.