I don’t have just one thing that I will remember most from this past year. I imagine that in the future the one thing I remember most about this year is meeting Mr. O. Oh, the things we did! Oh, the places we went! Oh, the people we met! What I will remember most is that I met someone as strange as myself. See, I’m not so strange after all. I hope that the upcoming year brings as much fun or more with O. Let’s make a few more memories.

There are other things that happened this year that I might remember, but it’s doubtful. I might remember that this is the year that the startup got funded, but since I haven’t seen a check for me…probably not. It will be more important once I see some money.

I may remember that I quit my job because it was just too painful to keep going. I do remember crying or nearly crying every morning before I left or while driving for weeks on end, wishing I didn’t have to be there. Yes, it was THAT difficult to be there all day. I could never quite put my finger on the reason, but I had a huge sense of relief when I quit. It was the right thing to do.

I will remember blogging again. I began writing here this summer. I will remember all of the commenters and loyal readers. You are few but great bloggers. Thank you for all your comments and stopping by. I’ve even gained some friends by blogging, and some day I will have to meet you in person.

Many little things happened through the year that changed my views and outlook. One hardly remembers the series of small things that effect the rest of your life. We only remember the big things.

I will probably remember catching my son with some of my lingerie catalogs. I knew that he’d grow up and be interested in girls. I just wasn’t expecting it this past summer.

It was quite a year. Busy. Boredom. Change. Pain. Joy. Amazement. I’m looking forward to what next year will bring.