2011 has been eventful. We watched Collin grow into a talkative three and a half year old spitfire. Mike essentially started a new career, my business continues to do well (knock on wood). Ups and downs, life just happened. Of course the biggest news is that we found out our family will be expanded by one baby boy, come February.
Twenty twelve has a nice ring to it. Sounds futuristic right? It's hard to imagine being a kid in the 80's and thinking one day I'd be working, living, and raising a family in a year so far ahead.
I'm hoping 2012 will bring a healthy baby obviously. That we'll sell our house and say goodbye to garage bands, uber hipsters and gang bangers, and move to a neighborhood where Collin can ride his bike up and down the sidewalk, be around other families and still be within walking (or biking) distance to all the cool stuff we love about the east side of Portland.
It seems like resolutions can fall into the barely attainable category or just end up being utter bs. But there is something about a new year that does compel me to want to make some goals. To get a "fresh start" and know that there's always room for me to grow and learn.
So without further adieu here are my goals for 2012:
1. Continue to grow my photography skills through classes, sharing with others (thank you fellow momtographers on Facebook!) and of course just taking lots of pictures. I plan to do a project 52 which is much more doable than project 365 (fail).
2. Evolve my business to include more training/teaching/something that keeps me refreshed.
3. Get back in shape after baby and train for a half-marathon.
4. Learn from my kiddos, appreciate them and remember to step inside their world.
5. Be a supportive partner and make time for dates and alone time (as hard as that will be with a new baby!).
6. Be stronger. Okay this one is a little vague. I've always been shy and have a hard time with confrontation. I'm at the point of my life where I realize certain patterns I've made from my past and that I need to stand up for myself or distance myself from those people or situations that leave me feeling frustrated, tired and empty. Sometimes the simplest thing is to walk away and realize that life is too short to dwell on things that don't matter in the long run. In plain words, I'm done taking bullshit.
