In January, I was thinking a lot about happiness. I reflected on Anne Frank's quote of "Whoever is happy will make others happy too. He who has courage and faith will never perish in misery."
My mind was blown when in February I spent some time considering the similarities in plot and life between Puccini's "Turandot" and the musical "Rent." Neither artist finished his own masterpiece, and both speak of the passing nature of life and importance of dear friends. I also found myself wondering a bit about living up to the spirit in me.
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March also brought a reflection on my time as a camp counselor, and the littlest tree huggers.
Lent closed, and with Easter, I always find myself thinking of Christ's journey. I'm especially drawn to the passage where he cries out "Father, Father, why have you foresaken me?" It echoes in my brain and heart. In April, I found myself considering God's promise to Moses that "The Lord will fight for you, you only need to be still." Coupled with Jesus' cry, these two passages seem to be two interesting takes on the heartache and difficulties of this life.
We started our search for a new home in April, too.
In May, I reflected on losing weight. I lost 21 pounds. I shared a bit about how a very long labor (56 hours) that ended in a C-section left me feeling lost, and how I turned to food for solace. This was not an easy post to write.
We moved in June, but in July after working our butts off to move, I wrote about the busy-ness trap.
August left me questioning, once again, what it means to blog. I love my blog, but often feel like I have to conform to what others expect from a blogger. And I posted this image from my friend Katey.
Little Zoom, and our journey together, was once again my inspiration in October. I wrote about my mantra to him that "I will always love him and keep him safe." This remains one of my favorite posts ever. And, I dealt with the sad news that a second retreat in a row was cancelled. This was hard news to take.
November left us with a broken water main, but a real reason to be thankful: our wonderful neighbors.
And in December, my sister's family mourned the loss of her husband's mother, Jean. And the nation mourned the loss of the innocent lives at Sandy Hook.