Apparently I went out in public and hung around other humans for New Years 2015...that was different. Not sure I will be doing that again this year. Actually pretty sure I will stay home, curled up on my couch and end up watching some sort of movie on Netflix (only because I have marathoned all my shows already, in all fairness there wasn't that many to begin with).
Ran my first marathon in May and it was soon after that I decided to take a different approach to my running. Yes, now I'm trying this whole balance thing. That is listening to my body (not my run coach) and taking rest when I need it, not pushing myself to the brink of exhaustion just so I can say I completed such and such race. So, yes, now that I've ditched my coach and listen to myself I don't get sick nearly as often as I did before when I listened to other people tell me how I should be feeling...sounds ridiculously obvious when i write that out here.
|on route to marathon land selfie|
Anyways, back to me, way more interesting than religious fundamentalists of any kind. So I'm having my meltdown in the hospital and needing some privacy, so I head off to the hospital Chapel (my logic being, religion isn't cool anymore so no one will be there and if someone is there they probably are in worse shape than me). When I get to the Chapel, no one is there (as predicted) and I sit down in a pew and just surrender. I cry and cry and cry and experience such an amazing sense of relief, I all of a sudden get it: this is what religion is suppose to be for people. This surrender to Jesus and he will heal and save you, this is it. In that moment I finally got it. Took me so long to get there because everything before that moment was anything but peaceful but the good news was, I could be peaceful, as I was experiencing that peace at that moment. It gave me a bit of hope.
Apparently I took a lot of selfies, and some possibly were taken at very inappropriate times...did a lot of that in 2015.
|Emergency Room selfie|
I traveled to the town known as Langford this year for Thanksgiving. I even took a bus to get out there and didn't have my head chopped off. An accomplishment indeed.
I tried going on dates again, as apparently I like to remind myself that there really are no options for me out there. Yes, talking to people for 5 minutes usually solidifies this truth for me but I was running low on blog content for a few weeks there, so I had to make some sacrifices for my art.
Rihanna came out with an offensive video this year, which is rare for her I hear, and even rarer is that I watched it and wrote a blog on it. Click here to read the masterpiece.
I went back to school this year for holistic nutrition. I guess having two degrees was just not enough for me. So I wrote a lot about kale this year. For example, my 4th most popular blog post this year was about me eating vegetables...what was number 1? Me dating and eating BBQ. Apparently food and sex go very well together.
I got some hate mail from Alaska this year.
I found out my garden patio gnomes are actually pot-smoking cannibals who kidnapped some Kazakhstanians. Thankfully, I found out before the BBQ got fired up and was able to return the Kazakhstanians unharmed and without causing another international incident (as if Alaska wasn't bad enough!).
|Still from the ransom video|
I pitched a romantic comedy on my blog about food and dating. I also pitched a sister bonding movie. I was very creative this year. Even wrote a poem, which depending on how literal you are, it was either the most depressing thing you had ever read or it was the most beautiful. I like to go with the latter.
Looking back on it, it was a pretty busy year...no wonder I haven't left my couch since Christmas Day. Hoping next year is not nearly as exhausting... :)
|Christmas morning selfie...I've changed my clothes since then.|