21

Tonight, I was curious.

So I settled down in my big chair, turned on the food network, and scrolled through my Facebook wall, looking at all the status updates and things that have happened since this time last year.

Things change. Really, really quickly and a lot.

For instance. One year ago today, I dropped my first barista job at a local coffeehouse, and wrote a tidy rant about it.

This time last year, I had two internships and two jobs. I had a boyfriend. I lived at home, and was skinnier. I was tired and sick all the time. Pa-Pa was still in the hospital. I was actually writing songs, and performing them.

Life is different, this time around. My life has done a complete 180, and most of the above paragraph is not my life anymore. I finally have only one job. I have my own place. I'm getting enough sleep, and I won't get pneumonia. Pa-Pa is, as you've read in blogs past, safely at home, as healthy and wonderful as ever.

I could complain, say what a wasted year 2009 was, curse that entire year and the problems it brought me. But what's the use? That won't change anything. It happened, it's in the past, and there's no point in wasting your energy obsessing about the past when you're living in the present. Besides, all the crap that happened last year made me into the person I am right now. I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing or be with who I'm with right now if I'd made other turns, or other decisions, or if anything had happened differently. Under the Tuscan Sun (awesome movie, one to watch while in bed with your blankets and pillows) put it best:

"Any arbitrary turning along the way, and I would be elsewhere. I would be different. Unthinkably good things can happen, even late in the game. It's such a surprise."