A For Effort

So with less than two months to go until the end of 2012, I found myself looking at last year’s ‘end of year blog’ and reviewing things I said I’d do. Well, I did study to be a make-up artist. I did get married. Everything else has changed quite dramatically. For a start, I began the year convinced I’d made friends for life. You know, the kind that see you through thick and thin. As it turns out, they were more the type of friends that will kick shit in your face when you’re on the floor (or unapologetically try and ruin your wedding). Totally my bad that one, apparently I judged extremely poorly.

I also didn’t manage to keep up full time work. Admittedly this by and large wasn’t my fault at all. The company I happily worked for went under and I found myself having to adapt to something new that just wasn’t fitting. Added to the ongoing strain of my Dad’s poor health, I began working part time for a different company. Managed three months there before things took another nosedive, with my Dad being taken into intensive care and me struggling to cope with my depression/anxiety recovery as well as being in a job where I felt a bit outcast. (Hey, I tried to integrate many a time, but it was often met with inexplicable coldness). Throw in the Fibro beast and it’s just a massive party for the pain lovers.

Now, I am finally taking all of this as a kick up the butt to finally be more forceful about my writing. My writing? It’s hard to narrow down the various areas in which I’ve exercised my writer muscles. I think I was born to write, whether I am exceptional at it or not. I am competent sure, but I think now is the time to find out if I have what it takes to make it a reality. A proper reality. So yeah. After a blog/news article/interview/review/feature/SEO article? I have a fairly substantial portfolio and extremely reasonable rates. I’m also a trained proofreader. Not just a self-proclaimed militant grammar nazi.

All in all, I give myself an A for effort this year. I’ll be ending it with a husband – we’ve spent nearly a decade together learning to overcome all kinds of obstacles and it’s made us a pretty strong unit. I also end the year with a strong new bond. You know the whole concept of ‘arch rivals’? They say that everyone has a nemesis. It just so happens that mine turned out to be the most incredible woman. And how do I know we both got it right this time? We’ve seen each other at our absolute worst and most catty. And by god, we were catty at times. Despite all of this though, we’ve discovered this past few months exactly why so many women treasure having a female best friend. She’s got a blog too; check it out. (She’s a funny bitch, much funnier than me).

So. New year hopes anyone?