I’m not usually one to spend the end of December getting all sentimental about the past year. It’s around Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur (which fall in September or October) that I look back on the past twelve months, what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished, and what kind of a human being I’ve been.
But the other day, as I was getting ready to lock up my office for the break, I realized just what a rocking, fabulous year 2010 has been.
I spent a gorgeous week in California with the wonderful people that are my brother and sister-in-law.
I took an online travel writing class and loved it.
I organized a drag king night in New Haven and had a blast performing in drag for the first time in years.
I went to Nepal and rode elephants and lost myself in the swirl of Kathmandu. I went to Tibet, where I walked through countless monasteries and drank yak-butter tea with Buddhist nuns and hiked at Everest Base Camp.
One of my blog posts got Freshly Pressed, and hundreds of people came here and wrote wonderful, supportive comments.
I spent lovely summer hours listening to live music.
I was selected for the 2010 NEA Arts Journalism Institute in classical music and opera, so I got to spend ten blissful days in New York City going to concerts, hearing lectures, attending workshops, and writing about music.
I played piano for a new show with a fun, intelligent local theater company.
I opened my first photography exhibit.
And on Sunday, I’m taking off for a trip to the Galapagos Islands. I’m going to ring in the new year with tortoises and lizards and blue-footed boobies.
I’m a lucky, happy gal. And I’ll see you in the new year. (I’ll bring pictures.)