Turns out, I’ve learned a lot this year. My forty-first year hasn’t been my easiest or my happiest, but it has been enriched by forcing myself to change. To stop gossipping. To quit running bad experiences through my head like a warped iTunes mix. To cease with seeing the negative first in every situation. To try to ask more questions instead of talking, talking, talking.
I’m far from perfect, but I am grateful for the role you played in improving me and my life this year. Whether you visit this blog sporadically or crack me up multiple times per day with your commentary, you have helped me more than you may ever know. Sure, you made me laugh almost constantly.
Even more meaningful?
You sometimes made me cry when I needed to let something go, and you gave me the courage to release it. You kept me from taking myself too seriously. You shared pieces of yourselves that spoke to me and deepened my life. You made me a slightly less imperfect person. You helped me reconnect with a passion that I’ve been told I should pursue for most of my life. You taught me what’s important, and who matters. You illumined the exponential return that making investments in good people – people to be emulated and admired – can bring to living.
Thank you. For all of it. I hope 2011 gives you everything you’ve given me and more.