2012 has been an interesting year for me, both personally and professionally. It has been a year of heartache and pain, long hours, hard work, illness and death, fighting for an inch and loosing a mile.
But, it has also been a year of great joy. A year for new love to blossom, for old love to be affirmed, for friendships to grow stronger than before, for really really odd photos, for dodgy road signs, and thought provoking topics. Most of all, it’s been a year for new friendships.
It has been a year of great professional growth for myself. I would not have thought, at the start of the year, that I would end up where I am now. That further education is on the horizon, or that I now have real power to make changes – not only in work but in all aspects of mine and others lives. Good news at the end of 2012 has solidified this position.
Personally, I’ve left behind a rather bad (some might say abusive) relationship. Good riddance.
This was offset by falling deeply in love with someone I can tolerate for more than five minutes. Someone that can make me sing randomly, and seeing her smile can cheer up the dullest of days. For this, I am grateful.
What will 2013 bring? Who knows. I think we’ll see some interesting things, though. More pushing for internet censorship, more budgetary woes and recession mongering, more blaming of others for the crisis, and more pissing away what little we have. We’ll continue to see emigration and the tightening of belts – this fact is inevitable.
But 2013 won’t be all bad. Technology has given us more ways to keep in touch with each other and more ways not to feel insignificant and small in the world. One thing we lost during the Celtic Tiger era was the simple connection you can have with someone. The boom times (especially among my generation, in Dublin) got rid of that and replaced it with “What can I get out of this person?”. This sill exists here. Now is our time to finally cast out this pettiness and go back to simpler times. No longer will we worry about what social standing our friends have, but that they are our friends – each to be loved and cherished dearly, because you don’t know if they’ll be gone next year.