Week #52: L’année de fin*

“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” — Abraham Lincoln

This week has been full. (It seems somewhat appropriate since it gets two extra days (I’m lumping in the Sunday & Monday for a nice round 52 (instead of Week# 52.285714 (can you tell how much I love using parentheses?)))). Full of mini AN52 things (julienned carrots, explosive drinks & hurriedly—but unsuccessfully—trying to finish this post at the library before they closed), happy little surprises & the appropriate year-end retrospection.

Looking back over all of the things this year surprised me. There were some really cool things I did that I’d forgotten. I’d have to say that some of my favorites were going curling, car buying & selling, crazy foods, colored hair, Pride & Prejudice marathons, cute, beardy men at the tree climbing competition & dressing up for midnight premieres.

While completing this blog post in itself would give me my new thing (I’ve never done something for a whole year with only myself as motivation), I actually did do a new thing. In the past, my favorite Christmas movie has been Elf, which is a bit silly since it doesn’t have anything to do with the real meaning of Christmas. But it’s funny & loud (like me) & very quotable (also like me). Plus, all of the claymation Christmas ‘classics’ freak me out (those little things are so creepy!); I think A Christmas Story is awful & I’m not a huge Chevy Chase fan. But on Saturday, I watched A Charlie Brown Christmas. I wasn’t a huge Peanuts fan growing up & my interaction with it was limited to the Saturday funnies. But I really enjoyed it, especially the sweet emphasis on Jesus’ coming & birth.

So that’s it—a new 52! Thank you so much to all of you who have journeyed with me & encouraged me in this. I don’t know that I’m a totally new person, but that’s good ’cause I’m already super awesome & now I can add a ton of new experiences to make my life a little more epic. May your 2013 be full of awesome epicness!!!

Thumbs up for rock & roll—& 2013!!

*French for “the year’s end”. Je suis américain, but I like different languages 🙂

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Weeks #36 & #37: Family time & road signs

“The most important trip you may take in life is meeting people halfway.” — Henry Boye

In Roald Dahl’s The BFG, the giant informs the girl that she’s not eight-years-old, but is younger because the time she’s spent asleep doesn’t count. I don’t agree, life is lived just as much sleeping as it is awake. But I’m probably biased. I love sleep; it’s one of life’s beautiful things. Not only are there awesome dreams to enjoy, but it’s just delicious. These past two weeks, I have slept in a special place & not slept in a new place.

You might have noticed that I missed posting last week, but I’m totally fine with that because I still did my new thing & I wanted to focus on spending the time with the people I was visiting. During week #36, I flew up to Wisconsin to visit my brother & his girlfriend. I had never gone to visit my brother without one of my parents either sending me or receiving me. My brother & I spent the majority of our childhood separated, so it was a strangely adult experience to visit him. The years apart really came to the front because our last substantial time together was when we were both rather immature & still going through that sibling rivalry phase. But my brother has changed & I have changed. He’s still funny, charming, & brilliant, but he’s not pushing me out of trees anymore. His girlfriend & the extra years of wisdom brought out a really sweet side of him that was wonderful to encounter. I felt a bit like I was getting a brother back & becoming a sister. It’ll take time & effort to get to know each other again, but I can’t thank God enough for how He’s worked this out to bring us back together.

Week #37’s thing is directly tied to that because part of the reason that I went to see my brother is that he’s a mechanical genius. I had been looking to get a new vehicle because the full-size Ford van that I drove since high school used gas like boy bands use styling gel. He had an older car for sale that got great gas mileage & since he offered me the sister discount, I found my car. It’s the first car that I’d ever really bought (this trumps buying the van for a dollar from my mom) & the first manual transmission I’d ever owned. Add to the top of that the 9-hour solo road trip (first ever such road trip) back down from Wisconsin with three pages of hand drawn maps my brother drew for me & I’d say these two weeks were a rousing AN52 success. I only killed the car once on the whole trip & felt like a mini speed demon since it didn’t take five minutes to go from zero to 60. It was a pretty awesome solo roadtrip ever because I encountered no cops, wanted no naps, filled up twice for about half the price of an old fill up & rocked out to music & podcasts the whole way.

After all that hard work, I’m going to go reward myself with some most excellent sleep 🙂

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