2012 has been a somewhat hormonal year for me.
2010 was pretty much amazing. I graduated from college officially (though I was done in 2009 - had to finish the internship). I landed my biggest dream part in my very favorite musical. I moved away from the bubble (well, at least to the edge of it) and bought my first new car. I got a new job and made some incredible friends. 2010 rocked.
2011. . . not so much. 2011 was the year of depression and doubt and trouble. I spent the majority of the year battling some hard core emotional trials and questioning virtually everything I thought I knew. I came out of 2011 exhausted and with a very firm good riddance at the clock when the year switched over.
If 2010 and 2011 had a love child, it would be my 2012. On the one hand, the year has been pretty stinking incredible. I landed not one, but two of my dream roles. One of those parts in particular changed my life forever and I will always, always be grateful beyond words to have been lucky enough to be part of that show with that cast. I took an awesome trip to the south eastern section of the US with three of my favorite people. I went through the temple for the first time, something I have been praying for since, oh, for as long as I can remember. I was able to be with my brother when he got married to his sweet wife. I came to terms with many of the struggles I had in 2011. The first half of the year was basically perfect.
The second half was pretty close to hell. Without going into details you don't need to know, work essentially took over my life in the worst way possible. It left me emotionally beaten and drained. Many of the things that were making my job so stressful are being resolved right now - I hope. It's still a little uncertain. But I can at least say that things are looking up, which is a relief. But in the middle of it all, things were looking pretty bleak. I considered leaving more than once. Anything - anything - would be better than how things were.
There is a line in the song "Feels Like Christmas" from The Muppet Christmas Carol that I've always loved that carried me through this particular December. Christmas and December are called the "summer of the soul". What a beautiful image. And it's true. For me, right this moment, a thousand literal miles away from how hard things have been and surrounded by friends and family, I feel once again the magic of Christmas. What a wonderful time of year this is!
I have nothing profound to say just now. Mostly I want to read (it's not even for school!) and go to bed so that I can enjoy the day with my family tomorrow. But on this Christmas Day to those of you who read my writing every now and then or regularly, I wish you the very happiest of Christmases and pray that you too will find summer for your soul, no matter your current (or future) circumstances.
As for me. . . well. . . there are some exciting things coming in the unlucky year of 2013 for this girl. Stay tuned.