2011
It was full. I don’t know any other way to describe it. At certain times I think of the bad things that happened, most of which I haven’t shared, and I wonder how this year could possibly be worse. Other times I think of all the good that happened — primarily my children — and I wonder how they could make me any prouder or happier than they did last year.
When a family friend asked me what I’ve been doing I told him it’s been all work and family, to which he responded that that’s the way it’s supposed to be in your mid-30’s. I guess that’s right. Not more good than bad. Not more bad than good. Just full.
