I frequently find myself drifting back to memories from this time a year ago, when I was so blissfully unaware what was just a week ahead of me.
It's like she's still out there, the year ago me. Somewhere on the time continuum she is tidying up the wrapping paper from her daughters first christmas and discussing baby names with her husband for their unborn child. She's happy and in love. And I want to hold her hand as she begins to face the pain ahead of her, the months of being strung along, the awkwardness of finding herself pregnant and alone. But I can't. Instead I whisper to the wind:
We never know how high we are
till we are called to rise
and then if we are true to plan
our statures touch the skies
Let's hope that 2010 will be safely filed away forever as the worst year of my life.
Only onwards and upwards for 2011 please! No more looking back, there are new frontiers ahead of me: Home owning, raising two children, figuring out what kind of a career I want (now that I'm all grown up), and who knows, maybe I may enter into the scary world of dating this year...
Thank you all so much for your support and listening ears this year, It's meant a lot.