I typically don't make a big deal of New Year any more than I do of Christmas. Both represent opportunities to think back over years past and take stock in life more than than they contain any celebration of deeper relevance. Last year I was in bed by 10 on New Year's Eve - I wouldn't be unhappy if the same is true tonight.
I can think back to many Christmases over the course of my life. Only a handful of New Years are similarly memorable. Perhaps the most relevant New Years Day was on Jan 1 2000 - the new millennium. I spent New Year's Eve packing up all my guy "stuff" in preparation to give it away. My transition was a few months old at that point and I had gained enough confidence that I was on the right path to make that commitment to the future, and to begin moving away from the past.
I was living in Arizona at the time and had decided to spend that historic New Year/New Millennium day doing something spiritual. I took my dad's ashes to the Grand Canyon and threw them into the deep cavern as part of my quest to sprinkle his remains at places he'd enjoy as a final resting place. The weather was horrible and it was a long, scary day. In retrospect, that's one of the things that makes it all the more special.
I'll spend tonight with a certain someone. Over all the years we've known each other I can't remember spending a New Year's eve together. That's actually hard to believe given all the other time we've spent together....I'm not sure if my difficulty in recalling is due to the fact that there's nothing to recall or that my memory is failing me. Regardless, I'll remember this one.
2014 was a transformative year...where one significant Chapter in my life ended and another began. As the year unfolded I was in Nebraska planning to come back home. Now, as it ends, I'm closer to home and poised to finally make it back soon.
I've spent part of the Christmas holiday looking at houses. I haven't even thought about getting a house for a long, long time....partly because I haven't had any confidence that my life was ready to land anywhere long enough to make it worthwhile. But, as I've said before, the thing I need most in my life right now is stability and that starts with a place to call "home". As I pack up to leave my apartment in 6 weeks I'll be headed to the 12th place I've lived in the last 10 years. Good thing my mom writes my addresses down in pencil....I hope she can start using a pen this next time. and never have to change it again.
My health seems good, I enjoy my job, my heart is happy, and I'm excited about the future. My family is doing well, dear friends in my life seem content, and I can't think of any better place to be in at this point in life than I am now. If this somehow turns out to be my last New Year all I can say is that I'm good with it. I'm not trying to be morose or dark, but the realist in me constantly realizes the need to live each day as though it were your last. And, I do.
I've got a long list of things I want to do this year, and as I look back at this time a year from now I hope most of them come to pass. I'd like to get a house, and to settle down. I'd like to have a little more stability in my professional life. I'd like my relationship with my life partner to be burning brightly just as it is now. I'd like to visit Europe. I'd like my hobbies to flourish in my life - my photography, my scuba diving, my motorcycle riding. I'd like my health to be good....and my family to be happy and healthy.
I could never have imagined much of what constitutes my life right now at this point last year. But then again, that's part of the beauty of life.....letting it unfold in ways you never imagined. I realize that life is made up of good stuff, and not-so-good stuff too. But as long as more of it is good than not - well - that constitutes a good year.
Some misc shots from house-hunting over this past week...
Christmas 2014 was wonderful. It was quiet...which was just what the doctor ordered. And the best part is that I spent it exactly where I wanted to be.
On a trans note....
Someone posted something on FB about having no respect for people who de-transition. I find that kind of talk fairly silly and ignorant. They seem to lose sight of what transition is meant to be - demonstrating to yourself that you can lead a happy and productive life in your authentic gender. Some are wise enough to realize that they just can't - for any number of reasons. That's not something to be judged...by anyone. There's no need to justify who's "real", and who's not...it has nothing to do with courage or desire or validity.
My own life was mentioned in the long conversation that followed. The fact that I was poised to transition, called it off, regrouped, then did it again was used as an example that there's no one right way to do this. All too often we approach this from an emotional perspective and the practical elements somehow get lost. This is an incredibly difficult thing to achieve and it still blows me away to see where I started and where I am now. But the fact is that it's very much like the Matrix - you need to take the Red Pill and unplug to see for yourself what's real and what's fantasy. Many aren't ready to be unplugged yet...
All things considered - I'm very content right now. And, I'm excited about what comes next.
Whoever reads this - Happy New Year to you. May 2015 bring happiness, health, and peace.