Well, 2010, you certainly provided a wild ride. Highs, lows, and everything in between. I learned more about myself this year than probably any year in at least the last decade. Some of it was pleasant – like learning that I am, in fact, capable of running for considerable distances – and some of it was damned traumatic, but I figure I’m a better person for knowing myself. Part of me wishes that you could have been more like 2009, but I do believe the years ahead will be better for what you’ve taught me, 2010.
It’s now approaching 11:00 PM on New Year’s Eve. In a few minutes I will finish this blog post and welcome the first few minutes of 2011 working on my novel-in-progress, in hope that will inspire a year of productivity. 2010 was, among other distinctions, yet another year that I did not get anything published. I also did not finish my second novel as I’d hoped – but I’m planning to do so in mid-2011.
Rather than focus on what I did not accomplish, however, I’d like to take a minute to review the positive changes that came out of 2010.
In January, I couldn’t run more than 30 seconds before I felt like I would die. This morning, I ran 14 and a half miles. One year ago I weighed nearly 225 pounds, and since September I’ve been around 195, the lightest weight I’ve maintained since college. That’s a loss of 12 percent of my body weight, something I’ve struggled to accomplish for years. True, I mostly have emotional trauma to thank for my success, but why not savor the benefits? From a fitness perspective, 2010 has been a banner year. I am planning to run my first marathon in April, and still aiming to drop another twenty-ish pounds so that I can finally start that career as a teen model.
I won’t go into too much detail here, but let’s just say that my financial status for the past ten years has not been something I’d brag about. There have been times that collection agents pretty much filled out my fave five. This year I tried to really focus on improving those circumstances, and while I’m not buying a G6 any time soon, I have certainly made progress. In another 12-14 months, if things go as planned, I should be in a pretty good place financially. Last December that day seemed much further away.
While I still haven’t published anything, 2010 was another year of sustained effort, at least. I did one last rewrite on Volve, got a bunch more rejections, and planted it firmly into a drawer for a while. I continued work on my second novel, though I’m still only about two-thirds of the way through, if that. I also polished a couple of short stories and put real effort into getting one published – to no avail, but that’s no reason to give up, especially in this market. Through my efforts to improve my fitness and my finances, I have learned the benefits of routine, and I am going to apply those lessons to my writing in the coming year. But this post is not about resolutions (if you want to call them that), it’s about looking back and realizing that 2010, though one of the most difficult years of my adult life to survive, was not all bad.