It’s the last day of 2011. I am quietly and calmly celebrating the small and large victories in the past year, and I’m gearing up for the new battles that I face in 2012.
I don’t know why the ending of 2011 feels so anticlimactic; Christmas this year felt wack, and the welcoming of 2012 doesn’t feel like anything new. It feels sort of like birthdays—birthdays lost their charm a few years back, too. It’s just another day.
I don’t know what it is about 2011, but I’ve always felt that it’s been 2012. I’ve been mistakenly writing 2012 as the year on many documents and have had to fix them. I’ve always felt like I was 27 instead of 26. Something about 2011 felt non-existent.
Or perhaps it’s the flip side of that coin. Maybe there’s something special in store for me in 2012. Besides graduation from my program and the predicted end of the world, perhaps there’s something else as well…
I’ve been in this limbo, anticipating a new season and phase of life for a while. And this new year may be the first year of transitioning out.