Can 'retrospective' be used appropriately to reference the passing of one immediate year? It seems unceremonious to use the word to examine 2012. If you asked me to abstain from drink or an activity for a year I would reply that a year is too long, an unrealistic length of time. But living a year passes in the blink of an eye.
2012 offered multiple opportunities for intense reflection into my person. Many good and challenging things happened in 2012...actually very few challenging things happened. Perhaps it's simply more melodramatic to balance the good with the bad. But really this post is for my own edification at a moment when I am feeling especially thoughtful.
Through an interesting set of circumstance I got to see two dear friends from Seattle twice in the same month. C-Lo and Schultzy were driving from Maine back to Seattle with a U-Haul full of family effects for Schultzy's family. Their route took them through Columbus and my apartment for the evening. We discussed their route across the US and realized that they would pass through Boise at the same time that I would fly there for my father's surprise birthday party. Both friends are people I spent a lot of time with at SU, and being around them is like sitting front row to your own personal improv comedy performance. The amount of stupid, yet hilarious shit we would say was the foundation of our relationship.
I've become more loving this year. Squeezy was a huge influence on me and I hope will continue to be. My new Columbus friends are also a huge influence on me-Dandy Woo, JT York, Cali Foodie, Cardmaster Cider, and other-I do not think I would be at the point that I'm at without them. Their absolute, continuous acceptance of my less endearing qualities has touched me deeply. Being with them has created in me for the first time a true sense of community. In the past community was something that I was a part of. With this group community is something I co-create. These people offered me solace in poor times, good cheer in happy times, and constant guidance and insight into the world of graduate school and student affairs.
It's a strange thing to be a part of something so powerful, beautiful, and organic, and I often wonder through what dumb luck and circumstance I am permitted to be a part of it.
2012 offered multiple opportunities for intense reflection into my person. Many good and challenging things happened in 2012...actually very few challenging things happened. Perhaps it's simply more melodramatic to balance the good with the bad. But really this post is for my own edification at a moment when I am feeling especially thoughtful.
Through an interesting set of circumstance I got to see two dear friends from Seattle twice in the same month. C-Lo and Schultzy were driving from Maine back to Seattle with a U-Haul full of family effects for Schultzy's family. Their route took them through Columbus and my apartment for the evening. We discussed their route across the US and realized that they would pass through Boise at the same time that I would fly there for my father's surprise birthday party. Both friends are people I spent a lot of time with at SU, and being around them is like sitting front row to your own personal improv comedy performance. The amount of stupid, yet hilarious shit we would say was the foundation of our relationship.
I've become more loving this year. Squeezy was a huge influence on me and I hope will continue to be. My new Columbus friends are also a huge influence on me-Dandy Woo, JT York, Cali Foodie, Cardmaster Cider, and other-I do not think I would be at the point that I'm at without them. Their absolute, continuous acceptance of my less endearing qualities has touched me deeply. Being with them has created in me for the first time a true sense of community. In the past community was something that I was a part of. With this group community is something I co-create. These people offered me solace in poor times, good cheer in happy times, and constant guidance and insight into the world of graduate school and student affairs.
It's a strange thing to be a part of something so powerful, beautiful, and organic, and I often wonder through what dumb luck and circumstance I am permitted to be a part of it.
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