2013

This year started in Costa Rica, where Corey’s foot was sliced by a stingray and Nolan was forced to trash his favourite velour Spongebob blanket in the Toronto airport layover, teary eyed at the pukefest on the plane (sorry, Westjet passengers in front of us!  Sorry.  Chunks happen.  Oh my god.)

But the dubious was tempered with the unforgettable, a giant swimming pig, next to a rustic restaurant near Tamarindo. Avocado shrimp salad, the freshest we’d ever tasted. Surfing off paradise beaches, sitting next to a moonlit pool, still easy in each other’s company. Halfway through the year, it was Hawaii, and roadside pineapple and a sporadically crotchety baby.  An experiment of sorts: could we make a drastic change?

The answer, it turned out, was no, not yet — but in the meantime we had three weddings to attend.  We are in our thirties and the privilege of witnessing earnest vows and choked-up words has waned in recent years: activities, largely, of a slightly younger crowd.  But in 2013  we were invited to two engagement parties turned surprise weddings — Kobe and Kelsey and Michael and Adrian and their aginst-odds, verclempt moments turned into highlights of our year, too.   And just last month we were overjoyed to watch our good friends Amy and Adam tie the knot in Mexico, hard and earnestly, after so many years together.  An overabundance of beaches and love — it seemed like the year couldn’t get better.

Except.  Change loomed.

It isn’t something that comes easily to me: I resist it and resent it, and for that reason, a large chunk of my brain insisted on believing that I’d be with my employer forever.  I’d been with them for 7 years, after all.  Why mess with the consistent?

But life threw a curveball and it became very crystal clear that consistency is only an illusion and though I was terrified to let go of that comfy, cozy (fraying) rope, my god.  The pool I landed in is so incredible and smart and motivating.  Why didn’t I go looking for it years ago?  This year taught me that I need to go looking for change sometimes, perhaps when I’m at my most comfortable.

2013 was full of sandy hair and early tidal pools, watery-eyed vows and first steps.  It was gritty and slightly rocky, inspiring in the most unexpected places.  It was never, ever boring.  Even when shit seems to be going totally sideways, it’s actually going up, to a better place, and an entirely new perspective.

Bring it on, 2014.

5 thoughts on “2013

  1. Our live are so completely different, and yet I relate to the core of this absolutely. I half went looking for change but not really, and man did it find me anyway. I’m riding a weird wave now, looking forward to 2014, because let’s just see what else is on deck, shall we? Happy almost new year to you and your family. Glad to see words from you again.

  2. Ashley, have I mentioned how glad I am you’re reading? (And commenting!) Thank you.

    Laurie, I’ve been following your change. And I am inspired by you and so in awe of your new strengths. Happy New Year right back atcha.

  3. Ashley, have I mentioned how glad I am you’re reading? (And commenting!) You made my day. And thank you. Laurie, I’ve been following your change. And I am inspired by you and so in awe of your new strengths. Happy New Year right back atcha.

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