Well, it’s been a heck of a year, hasn’t it?
A royal wedding, Yanny/Laurel, Queer Eye’s incredible reboot, and, well, Ronda Rousey at Wrestlemania 34.
I wasn’t going to write anything, particularly, to welcome in 2019, but I suppose seeing everyone’s Instagram highlights made me a little pensive, so this will be a quick one.
January was the. best. month.
I celebrated two years with the fella, failed Dry January, and made some pretty great Vegan Oreo Brownies.
February filled my heart exactly as much as you’d expect from the month of love; a trip to Elan Café with a colleague who’d also been wanting to go, celebrating Galentine’s, getting to go to the first place my grandfather ever worked when he got to the UK, and the best girls’ night at Tank and Paddle.
Despite being the month of Wrestlemania, which is basically one of my favourite things in the world, April’s always a slow month, and it’s one I struggled through.
May was bloody great.
May was Paris with two humans I adored, and meeting some personal bests at the gym. Plus, Ireland voted ‘yes’ on the eighth amendment.
JUNE & JULY
I’m lumping these two together simply because…well, neither of these months were good for me, and that’s probably why I stopped posting on this blog (and on Instagram).
It was my 26th birthday, though, and that’s something to celebrate.
And, more optimistically, this is the month I turned things back around, using some of my own advice, and a bunch of hard work.
I cut out friends that weren’t doing me any good, or just weren’t trying. I registered as a donor at DKMS, I started running again.
This month was full of a new-found effort.
I helped friends move and socialised my butt off at blog events and made new friends and renewed friendships that mattered.
OCTOBER & NOVEMBER
I got to see my first drag show live; Heels of Hell. It was
I went to see WWE live, reconnected to the most important people in my world…and resigned from the job I used to love.
Confusing, I know.
I’m not sure how we got to the end of 2018, or the beginning of 2019…but we did.
December broke my heart, a little.
Saying goodbye to the job I loved, saying goodbye to some more friends, saying hello to uncertainty and a lack of security.
Am I scared as I should be? Probably not.
I’m hopeful, and I think 2019 will be as much of a mixed bag as 2018.
I only hope it holds as much good.
How was your 2018? What are you hoping to bring with you to 2019? What are you hoping to change?
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