I’m joining in on the #WeVerb11 action today: choose a word that encapsulates your 2011, and a word you hope 2012 will be all about.
My word for 2011 is transition. The last twelve months: I got engaged to the guy I’ve loved since before I could legally drive a car. I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease that forced me to change the way I eat and basically navigate my life. I started planning a wedding. I graduated from undergrad. Exactly one week later, I moved from a suburban/rural town to New York City to start my career. A couple of months later Steve moved here, and we found an apartment together.
I’m pretty exhausted. Most of these things are good, even wonderful changes. Steve and I have been together for almost seven years, so yeah, we know each other pretty well, but being engaged and living together has added another dimension that’s exciting and new. We have time to just talk, to explore our new city, to settle in to our little apartment and make it a home. We’re both still busy, working full-time at jobs that require a lot of energy, and I think we always will be–I think it’s fair to say we’re both maniacally-motivated dream slayers, with totally separate career aspirations, and that will always keep us independently busy. But compared to weekends and weeknights devoted to studying for Comparative Politics and Anatomy & Physiology and working 4 jobs between us, we have a little more time for just us. We’re planning our wedding and, even better, the way we want the rest of our lives to look. Spoiler alert: it looks like a lot of fun.
But a lot of days, despite my best efforts, my health still feels pretty unstable. I felt I regained some semblance of control over my health when I was finally diagnosed with celiac, but I’m still learning and recovering and that takes a lot of physical and emotional energy that I’d much rather put towards my job, or a new hobby, or pretty much anything else. Managing this transition has been the toughest of all, and I’m trying to be patient with myself.
My word for 2012 is peace. Which sounds totally cliché, but I don’t mean in it in a peace-on-earth kind of way (although that would be fabulous). 2011 was a whirlwind of change and stress and excitement, and I don’t think we’re going to be slowing down in 2012. We’ll be preparing for the wedding in the first half, and in the second half Steve will be making some big moves towards his future career. I’m expecting we’ll need to lean on each other quite a bit in the coming year, and luckily, we already know we’re pretty good at doing that. Through it all, I hope we find some peace in the chaos of work, school, my health, and generally getting on our feet in New York. Peace, and a lot of laughter, too.
So what are your words? Anyone else coming off of a roller coaster 2011?