2010 flew by in an instant. One year ago today, I was in a taxi driving across the Brooklyn Bridge to JFK, heading home to Virginia for the holidays. One year ago, I lived in New York, in an overpriced, underkept Manhattan apartment. I worked at one of the leading global branding agencies. I spent my Fridays in the East Village, my Saturdays in Central Park and my Sundays in East Harlem. New York was going to be my home for as long as I could see into the future.
In 2010, I visited two new continents, 3 new states, lived in three different zip codes from coast to coast. In July, I sold all my furniture, quit my job and moved with 2 suitcases across the country on a moments notice.
Sitting on my bedroom floor this evening, packing 2 suitcases (yes I've caved in and am actually checking baggage), I'm reflecting on this past year, all the changes that have taken place and what's to come. And the fact of the matter is -- I don't know where I'm headed -- at least in the geographical or logistical sense. I do know this - I have learned more about myself in the past 12 months than I have in the rest of my years combined. Major life changes will do that to you, I suppose.
I've learned how happy experiences make me. You can't but a price tag on experiences. I love traveling, and I'd rather die with stamps in my passport than money in my bank account. I know when to give in, and when to push back. I've learned to have a point of view. And that it's okay to stick up for it - or back down from it. I'm a people person. Finding ways to connect (and break through) to people is a constant reward for me. I'm a morning person. And an old soul. I tried fighting it for the better part of 24 years and have finally began embracing it.
If 2010 was the year of self truths - I wonder what that means for 2011. The possibilities are endless.
If 2010 was the year of self truths - I wonder what that means for 2011. The possibilities are endless.
