January: I do yoga in snow boots at 10,000 feet.
February: I check off an item on my bucket list by participating in my first flash mob.
March: My daughter asks if she’s a bastard. With the help of my readers, I’m able to answer her.
April: My mother-in-law, Grandma Marshmallow, dies.
May: I struggle with mindfulness and put Perfect Moment Mondays on temporary hiatus.
June: I write vaguely about a really really really hard time.
July: While visiting Civil War battlefields, I face conflict of my own.
August: Ayurveda becomes part of my lifestyle.
September: I attend and speak at an open adoption conference and revel in being with like-minded people.
October: A girl from high school dies and I didn’t get to have a long-awaited conversation with her.
November: I am asked to tell the story of another girl I barely knew in high school. I had no idea back then how adoption had affected her life.
December: Through diary entries, I make a loooooooong awaited announcement about what Crystal and I will be doing in 2012.
So long, 2011. Thanks for all the gifts you brought. We had some good times, we had some bad times, but the point is we had time. I am surrounded by people I love and who love me. I have fulfilling and purposeful work. I get to move deeper into my yoga practice and enjoy coffee and wine and chocolate and good food and good company.
As I wrote dozens of times in my actual paper journal this year: Life is good.
Looking forward to meeting you, 2012.