I can’t let 2012 slip into the memories without genuinely declaring it the best year yet. The blahg took a hit, I know I didn’t give you much here, but real life flourished.
I got to…
• ski in Missoula with friends old and new.
• celebrate my amazing manfriend with many Missoula friends at the 2nd Annual Eye Patch Olympics.
• race my first triathlon.
• be a part of the most. fun. bachelorette. party ever.
• get in a REAL LIFE Mario Kart battle… like in an actual golf cart.
• spend quality time with my family in Texas and watch my baby bro graduate.
• officiate the wedding of two of my favorite people at the most amazing lake house after days of water tubing, trail runs, and laughing.
• dance the night away with fabulouses during Chicago’s Gay Pride week.
• TRAVEL ITALY, GREECE, AND LONDON WITH MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WORLD. [gosh, i still can’t get over how amazing it was.]
• Cycle the beautiful hills of northern Italy.
• drink the night away in a small, dark, Irish pub with old community radio friends.
• start a graduate program that I absolutely love.
• dance and sing my heart out at a Macklemore concert in Missoula with one of my favorite friends and my bearded manfriend.
• surprise a dear lovely down in Texas for his 30th birthday/engagement party.
• and much, much more.
All the smiles and toasts and love and dancing and adventures. 2012. Ugh. I loved it.
I also had some of the hardest times. There was so much that 2012 taught me. About love. About family. About leadership. About being brave. About pushing myself. About pushing others. About people. About myself.
The feeling of gratefulness washes over me when I think of how much I’ve learned this year. I definitely feel older, maybe even wiser.
With newness, comes resolution. To be better. To be brighter. I’m very much in love with this project: To Resolve
[print by Aaron Eiland. found from Ashely.]
There are plenty resolutions that I’ve made for myself this year, but one that I want more than most is to find a mentor. I feel silly saying that, but I really do. Someone to bounce ideas off of, give me advice, live up to. I have so many people I look up to in life, but I want an official mentor. Like a Liz/Jack from 30 Rock relationship.
I’ve learned a lot about leadership this year. To be a good leader, it doesn’t mean you have the most power or even the most knowledge. To be a good leader means encouraging those around you to be their best, try their hardest, create their dreams. I strive to constantly do that and I respect the hell out of people leading like that.
I want to find someone who’s down the road doing what they love, raising a family, confidently moving forward, creating beautiful things in life, kicking ass at life, and encouraging those all around them. Mentor Me. Help make 2013 even better than 2012.
[now accepting applications.]
1 thought on “real life flourished.”
I have experience in the required areas & I would apply to be your mentor but I don’t think relatives are allowed, anyway we would probably have running debates about whose music to listen to; the mentor’s or the mentoree’s. On that note I must admit that while I check your blagh (sp?) daily (usually more), I don’t always catch up to the tunes. That ‘Same Love’ video/song is ‘way cool’, ie. mentor term for ‘good for you’. Only fitting that I saw it on MLK day. Luv, BadDad