Many of us don’t want to talk about 2011. It was the year we would like to forget ever happened, along with the deaths, the divorces, the foreclosures, the job losses, the “economy”, which is something like a generalized term for the total chaos that is the News in America.
Some of us are flying high, considering it the year we achieved our greatest goals – busted through our strongest limitations – realised our deepest selves.
I’m the moderate in the middle, as usual. The one leaning towards both perspectives, swaying between, comfortable in admitting 2011 held many choices I’d prefer to never recap or relive, but that it also brought many events and experiences that formed the new Diva, the woman I’m rapidly embracing as Who I Am… which is, of course, ever changing.
My son was born in 2011.
I received two promotions and two pay increases in 2011 that drove me ever-closer to my 6-figure income goal.
I moved out of an unhealthy, difficult living situation and into a gorgeous new home in 2011, one that I can call my own even if the mortgage isn’t in my name and never will be (I’m anti-home ownership for myself and will discuss my thoughts on that in another post.)
And I made several new friends and professional acquaintances who have expanded my world view so broadly that I am beginning to feel freer and more alive than ever before.
The Diva is ready for the New Year.
Hello, 2012.