The decade 2010-2019 started with great promise for me and ended with a dull plop: 2010 was incredible, 2015 was scary as all hell, 2016 was horrible, and by the end of this decade I just want out.
I finished my doctorate and started a new chapter of my professional life.
DH and I moved to a new home.
We learned our first grandbaby was coming!
I started a new job that they all told me I was supposed to want. I lasted 5 years, while I also adjuncted (is that a word?) at university, and ran myself ragged.
Jonathan arrived and made me Grammy (which he at first pronounced Dwammy).
Signed with a literary agent.
Joined writers group.
Revised first novel many, many times without going on submission to publishers (as promised at signing).
Ended contract with literary agent, and lost all confidence that traditional publishing could work for my novels.
Grace K. arrived and changed the world immediately.
I founded my own small press (LMNO Press) and published my first novel, OR NOT TO BE.
I used up the last shreds of my knees and ran my last half-marathon. (or maybe that was in 2013?)
DH had major surgery, after which he set goals to continue to run races, and, while bored during recovery, bought a car and a beach condo.
Evy (Jingle) Belle arrived and my heart grew three sizes.
Five weddings, including our lovely architect daughter to her lovely architect husband.
After promotion to associate professor, I left a position that was not right for me, and I started a dream job. Was asked repeatedly why anyone would do such a thing. I just grinned and enjoyed myself, finally finding and knowing what was right for me.
Clemson won the National Championship (to welcome me there).
The country lost its collective mind and elected a clown.
DH changed jobs.
James arrived and reaffirmed that the world is a beautiful place.
LMNO Press published my second novel, INFINITY LINE, and my first children’s book, I LIKE TREES LIKE THESE.
I baked (and photographed and wrote about) dozens of pies.
Clemson won the National Championship AGAIN!
No new grandbabies, but two grand-puppies arrived: Lady and Tucker.
The Mueller Report confirmed a criminal occupies the WH. Elected leaders pretended they did not read it and told us lies about what is said. I read it. Here is a reminder of what it said.
IMPOTUS the Third: December 18, 2019. Congress finally and bravely stood up and confirmed what we all have known all along.
For complex personal reasons, I left my dream job. Today, actually, is my final day of employment.
In 2020, I will:
continue to hope, continue to doubt, continue to worry.
start a new and promising job, hopefully my last, but we’ll have to see about that. There are too many opportunities and this life is too short.
enter my first screenplay to competitions.
complete one (or two!) novels.
(perhaps) find an illustrator for my second children’s book.
lose the same 10 pounds yet again. (And then gain them back because food tastes (but does not rhyme with) good.)
try to stay as quiet on the inside as I am on the outside.
bake often. Making a mess in the kitchen silences the outside world.
sleep and read and listen.