Good-Bye 2013

    It just occurred to me that I have done so many things in the past year than I would have ever imagined. I sometimes find myself to be kind of superstitious, especially that this year was 2013. I found myself having one of the better years that I ever had in a while.

Of course, I have to do it by month because I like being that meticulous about it. Here it goes:
    Met someone I couldn't remember. Went with a group of friends to Portland. Went on a blind date then was asked on a real one. Celebrated my birthday with friends watching Moonrise Kingdom. Met my love. Went to my first concert to see Passion Pit. Found myself in a hospital. Lost contact with a very good friend. Joined a sorority. Met my big and made more friends. Went to my second concert to see Youth Lagoon. Visited Portland for real. Donated all my clothes. Finished my first year of college.
    Stopped eating regularly. Lived out of a suitcase for 2 weeks. Made a short film in Portland. Lived in a hostel for 6 days. Commuted for 6 days by bus. Woke up in a frat house. Worked as a Canvasser (I was paid to talk to people and earn $200 a day). Was absolutely depressed for exactly 4 days. Quit my job as a canvasser after 3 weeks. Had panic attacks. Paid my first bills. Bought a nice planner and got organized.
    Was accepted into the School of Journalism and Communication. Lost a friendship. Participated in sorority formal recruitment on the other side. Went home after 6 months and stayed for 2 weeks. Became a writer for the online publication Her Campus Oregon. Quit my food service job. Made a short film for a festival. Worked hard on Gateway projects. Lost and rekindled friendships. Applied for Envision and other places on campus. Was offered a position at Envision as a photographer in the Dev Creative Team. Passed all my classes. It snowed in Eugene and found out I despise the cold. Took my bottom two wisdom teeth out.

To another year of new and old things, good and bad things, stupid and not-so-stupid things, the most important moments ever and the least important, and to life. To making good and bad choices and those choices that seem good at the time they are made. Love, labor, learning, and loyalty to every aspect of life.

Thinking about the things done in a year always seems rewarding. Mostly because every single day seems like a struggle. However, it's like a teenager mortified of some embarrassing event, those insignificant days disappear from thought and only the big things matter.
So do something big.

To another year.

Cheers,

Claire