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What Does A Year Look Like?

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What Does A Year Look Like?

A year is only 24 hours experienced 365 times in a row.  As we get older it seems like the years come and go faster and faster.  Sometimes you wake up, realize that your year has passed, and it feels like you’ve barely blinked it by.  While it is happening, though, dragging on day by day, it can feel like a year will never end.  This last year, at least for me, has been mighty peculiar compared to the last 20 I’ve experienced.

This year has consisted of two overnight, cross-country road trips that culminated in a move out-of-state.  It has seen me take up no less than five new jobs that are all unique but somehow quite the same.  It has seen me work hard and move into a beautiful brick house on a lake with the man I love.  It has seen changes unlike any others I have yet to encounter.

Beginning with what I knew, I planted a fruitless garden and kept on planting until I found something new that would grow here.  I began raising six chicks, buried one, and loved the remaining five all the more for it.  I have been exploring how much of their own food that two people can grow and raise on less than 0.1 acres in town.  I have made myself stronger from the fruits of my labor.

I have given my collie more room to run and when my cat ran away I gave her a home to which she might return.  I’ve seen the unfortunate deaths of two good cars after unbelievable breakdowns, both automotive and emotional, and found out how hard it is to get a new one on my own.  I’ve worked for little more than peanuts and prayed for the day that I could afford a shoe-string budget.  I have learned exactly what it is like to start over from scratch.

This past year has seen the birth of three new cousins, a handful of weddings, a heartbreaking number of funerals, and one very important high school graduation back home – all of which occurred no less than 850 miles from where I am now.  Yes, this year has been pretty lonely for this girl, but I don’t regret it.  I have grown up a lot, too, you see.  You have to learn to lean on yourself and the community that you build when you strike out on your own – away from your family and everything you’ve ever known to a place where so many before you have only found failure.

Success does not have to be measured in nice things or the infrequency with which the bill collectors call, but the happiness that you find along the way to the life you’ve always dreamed of.  It’s hard to remember the misery that accompanied the beginning of this year-long journey and think that I should ever be happy again, but if happiness is not what I’ve found, it is contentment and I can live with that – at least until next year…

– Claire

Valentine’s Day in Retrospect

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Let me just throw this out there:  He-Man showed out!

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 I mean, I did have to leave out the sale paper with the necklace circled, the after-tax price calculated, AND remind him that the paper had not been laying under his face so conspicuously for no reason, but he pulled through.  Then he surprised me with flowers.  There was a semi-torrential downpour laying siege to this little corner of nowhere when I heard a knock at the door.  Angel, of course, brought it upon herself to try to take this unknown interloper down.  When I finally got her penned up – still barking – in the bedroom, I was able to let this soggy little man into my house.  It was the local florist.

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Now, before you all go judging me on the clutter and candy in the background, allow me to inform you that I am packing five days in advance to go to Tampa for He-Man’s birthday.  ‘Cause I’m sweet like that.  And I guess that’s why I ended up with flowers.  I have had a long, disappointing string of relationships over the last few years but I can honestly say that the last year with He-Man has been time well-wasted.  I say wasted only because we both agree that we should be doing a little more with our lives, but I digress.  We have had time to get to know one another on an everyday, in-your-face level and I love it.  I also love him.  He is so sweet, thoughtful, caring, and all the other mushy stuff that people say about “the one”.  He is also capable of leaving me speechless with a note that came with the flowers:

Claire, I love you so much!  I could never picture a day without you, sweetheart.  Sunshine or rain, every day with you is a blessing.  Love, Your He-Man.

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The part that really got me was that he actually signed it “Your He-Man” because he is trying to support my attempts at blogging in leu of a real social life since waiting tables makes me hate people. His support means everything to me and I know that I have it no matter what.

This has been the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had – hands down – and I even spent the later part of it in the ER being treated for a moderate laceration on my finger.  I tried going for the gold in can-opening and failed miserably, but that’s another story for another day.  The stupid Russian judge low-balled me anyway.  Until next time, I will be basking in the glory that is He-Man and, for those of you who have stayed with me this long, thanks for reading.

Claire