I hope you guys like horses. And baby horses.
Birds of a Feather
2012 has not been an easy year for me. It has been one of positive aspects as well as negative ones; an entirely mixed bag, really. Depression struck me down as many times as vainglorious delusions of grandeur sent me back up, hot gas filling a fragile balloon. Most balloons pop or deflate, and I certainly saw my share of missteps and failures.
This has not been an awful year to me, however. Plans were made, plans were executed, and there was success. A lot of it was meager and fleeting in the face of my life, but it was enough to keep me going.
I regained lost ground in my academic career. I lost thirty pounds. I managed some social contact. I finally met my girlfriend of four years. I met her again. The year’s been painful, extremely so in many cases. But the victories have also carried me along. Have they been worth it? I don’t know. I still suffer under the pain of past choices and life experiences.
But I’ve survived this year. And nineteen more before it. I can survive another.
New Year’s Resolutions are such a strange bag, for me in particular. Last year I wanted to pass my high school grade level and lose some weight. I retroactively added “get good at art” to the list. All of those more or less panned out. Now it’s time to build off of that.
I need to get a job. Get some cash flow in my life. I need to build meaningful relationships beyond the ones I have. I could stand to lose the weight around my stomach area. Exercise more, basically.
And I still need to get good at art.
This gallery’s a gloss over of various pictures of myself (how vain) over the course of the year. Maybe I’ll do another in 365 days.
Here’s to 2013.