Marianna Annadanna's Lessons Learned in 2011
Wow. Where to start. 2011 was a big year.
The year I got depressed, stayed depressed, got anxious, didn't get out of bed, took a month off work, got meds, got a psychologist, got a bit better, had three grandparents die, got a new job, got a new start, went to New Orleans, got to keep my amazing husband, got much better, and booked a southern resort vacation. And only a few of those were resolutions from last year.
As for lessons? Yeah, you could say there were a few. So I've summarized them here, in general chronological order. Take these to heart. I don't give free advice often. Well, yes I do, but still.
An important life lesson - put your effing shit AWAY.
If you are not a baker, don't try to be.
If mornings give you panic attacks, avoid them. And I learned this before I knew that mornings actually do give me panic attacks.
Winter is shitty all-round. Especially when you're depressed but you don't know it yet.
Some days SUCK ASS. But blogging helps.
Actually, blogging is the SHIT. In a good way. And blog renderings are HILARIOUS. And blogger friends are the best part. Especially the cheesy ones. And when one blog isn't enough? Start another one!
Some people will save you. Hubby is my saviour. The best thing that has ever, or will ever, happen to me and the reason I've survived the last year. My favourite.
Sometimes an open letter makes you feel better.
It is possible to stay happily married for 60 years.
Sometimes all you need is a day of FUN. And/or a death coffin waterslide. And a Diversification Plan.
Don't ask me for directions. I don't know.
Sometimes it's just time to have a baby. Ok, first maybe it's time to get off the Crazy Pills, but then, THEN, it's time to have a baby.
Sometimes you just need a fresh start. A clean slate. If you need it, find it. Soon.
You might be bad at something. It's ok. I'm a terrible cyclist. Seriously. It's not good.
Some habits can't be broken. You have to get over it.
Commuting is a miserable harpy, and it's not goetting any better. You have to accept the hell that is commuting and move on.
You don't have to take on EVERYTHING. You can just do what you want. Huh. Novel idea.
So there they are. Pretty much everything I learned about life - about me - over the past year. You're welcome.