Not really the official year in review, but simply a collection of thoughts.
The year started with a trip to Alabama that ended with my bolt to the airport in a desperate attempt to get out of the South before snowpocalypse hit. I made it on the last seat of the last flight allowed off the runway in Atlanta. When the time the captain turned off the seat belt sign he announced that there was 3 inches of snow on the ground in ATL. Airports were closed for more than 9 days and I could only breathe a sigh of relief that I made it back to Portland, warm weather and my marvelous husband. It seemed like a good omen for the year.
And I guess it was. Three weeks later I got the call from Jeopardy that I had qualified for an audition. I went to Salt Lake City in March, where I spent three days with marvelous friends, and rocked that audition. Despite my knowledge gap in sports and science, I managed to do pretty well. I went straight to the airport and flew home to Portland to set up that evening for the Buckman Show and Sell. It was an amazing event and a big turning point for me. I realized that I had been pretending to be professional long enough that I actually felt like one. (Another example of “Fake it ’til you make it!”)
Then I went to NYC for an incredible girls’ weekend in Brooklyn. Months later, I’m still thinking through how good that weekend was for my soul. I long for more weekends where my only focus is taking care of myself and the people around me. Times where we remind one another to take our vitamins and check in with “Is everyone having fun?” Weekends of shoe shopping and sunglasses swapping and soy hot chocolates. Weekends of making dinner and sitting for hours around the table. Weekends of understanding one another. And merit badges just for making it this far in life. Weekends of being seen.
In between all of this, I was painting faces. 100 of them. It was hard. But so worth it.
From there, the year moved in to the all consuming World Domination Summit. Preparing and planning and stuffing gift bags and hanging hammocks and navigating the tangle of bureaucracy that comes with inviting 500 people to town.
No wonder I was tired all summer. And of course, then there was the hurt. Summer 2011 will be known forever as the summer of betrayal. People I trusted let me down. In big and unexpected ways. But I came out knowing my own boundaries a bit more and being willing to trust my gut. I learned to say yes to what I needed. I learned to take care of myself and made decisions based on what I really value.
I also got to paint for some really fun projects that I’ll finally be able to tell you about in January.
I taught knitting and accepted a few more private students in to my schedule for painting and drawing. I had good days and bad days. Sometimes on the same day.
I recognized my own worth. I built connections. I trusted myself. I made paintings that excite me. I made 2011 a year to be proud of.