Usually I don’t remember my birthday from one year to the next, but this year I do. Because one year ago today I was in Las Vegas with four girlfriends, and after the Cirque de Soleil Beatles show (amazing), between bites of filet mignon at a terrific steakhouse, WP (who is obsessive about toast-giving) gave a lovely toast in which she predicted that the next year was going to be BIG.
Indeed, it has been. In the twelve months since that toast, one of the women at the table (you may know her as K) has had an adorable baby boy. WP herself is now six months pregnant. Another girlfriend at that table got engaged and will be married in November (see One Wedding and a Meltdown). And the other remains single and flat-bellied, but sold her first feature film pitch about a month ago.
And then there’s me:
- I exercised consistently for the first time in my life. (Four or five times a week, for a whole entire year. I’m actually impressed with myself for this one. And grateful to my trainer, Rita.)
- I ate no fast food for a whole entire year. (Thirteen months now… though I did have a Wendy’s frosty a few weeks ago. It was GOOD.)
- I changed from match.com to chemistry.com. Results inconclusive.
- I worked on two tv shows (‘Dollhouse’ and ‘Lie to Me’). Both great. Both make me proud.
- I lost thirty-five or forty pounds. I don’t weigh myself often because it stresses me out, but it’s somewhere in there.
- I developed a YA book series that I love… and that I don’t have time to write.
- I bought a KitchenAid stand mixer. Which is still in the trunk of my car, but the point is I bought it. I own it. It’s in my possession.
- I decided to sell my house.
- I got my mom's estate planning (almost) done.
- I nursed Moose through hip replacement surgery. You have no idea.
- I started this blog.
- And I decided to have or adopt a baby on my own.
Yeah. I think that qualifies as a big year.
Still, I’m gonna take this opportunity to predict that thirty-eight is going to be much, much bigger. Thirty-eight is the year when the working and the fretting and the planning and the melting down and the freaking out and the organizing and the researching and the yearning all come to fruition. Thirty-eight is when the becoming-a-mom thing stops being theory and starts being real.
And I kinda can't wait.
Have you ever had a year that changes everything? What was your biggest year?