Yay Jesse! Misery may love company, but I am extremely glad that at least some people I know had a good year.

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That's awesome, Jesse!

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I am almost sorry to say it, but I had a decent year!

I am glad of it! May everybody have decent years!

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I’m glad someone had a good year!!

My year had ups and downs. I…don’t remember what happened the first half of the year. I went to Mexico with Vortex and Brenda and Maria? That was cool. I visited my parents in January. My mom was supposed to go see her sister but wasn’t feeling well, so didn’t go. At the time that was a whole thing but now I’m really glad it happened, because then Memorial Day weekend she fell down, went to the hospital, and was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer and died two weeks later. It was so fast and it still seems pretty unreal, like maybe I just haven’t called her recently? We are still dealing with trying to straighten out her estate and have told my dad he can’t die until that happens. Nobody expected mom to pass before dad—he’s the one who for 20 years has been pronouncing “well, I might not be around next Christmas…”. And honestly I’d be surprised if he is around next Christmas. He’s hanging in there and my sister is doing a lot of work, but he’s not been in good shape for years. And work has been a nightmare and my boss is horrid and I need to find a new job.

On the good side, I went to the World Cup with a friend as a month long vacation and it was amazing. And I again spent December in Palm Springs with friends, which was a much needed dose of sunshine and companionship and I will miss it in the dark cold Seattle winter. I feel like a lot of my friends stopped wanting to go out or hang out and got very introverted during the pandemic and now I end up v lonesome a lot.

And the weirdest part of my year, I joined a clinical trial for a new weight loss drug and have now lost 60 pounds. I really need to add some muscle weight because a lot of it was muscle, but I have never in my life been this thin. It’s bizarre, and also weird to realize how dysmorphic my body image is, because I definitely don’t look at myself and think thin, even though I know I must be. So I’ll need to deal with that in the coming year—finding a workout that works and trying to be in shape, and figure out what I’ll do after this trial is over and I can’t get the drug anymore.

So basically 2024 is going to be a lot of work, even though I’m run down and tired from 2023. Trying to take the last couple days of the year here and prep and set myself up for success?

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I had a shitty year. My mother went so out of control at me based on, as far as I can determine, seeing my furniture in her house which I was renting and had a lease for, that she threatened to kick me out and disown me. So we bought a house extremely quickly, and while I know we are fortunate to have been able to do that in this ridiculous housing market, and it’s a fine house with a good yard, it meant moving away from my grandparents house and the village I moved to Cape Cod to live in. My mother is now pretending everything is fine but I’m still really hurt by her and dealing with the fact that there’s really no relationship between us that takes me and my reality into account at all. So I avoid her and she acts like she’s the victim somehow.

Then the new boss I helped hire at my job turned out to be completely unfitted for the work and also possibly the worst possible style match for me I can imagine. I spent several months with literally half the staff asking me to somehow save them from my boss, which is not actually something I could figure out how to do because god knows he wouldn’t listen to my good advice even when we got along. This coming week will be my last week at the job I thought when I took it I could spend 20 years and retire in, and I also get to feel like I failed the staff of the library who believed in me. (Yes, my therapist has pointed out that I am not in fact magical, and that talking to HR and the Board of Trustees was about as much as I could reasonably do.)

So I moved my whole family across the country based on a dream of living in a specific town and working in a specific job and neither of those things worked out. Oddly, everyone else seems pretty happy here - I offered over the summer that we could move back to Ohio and they all said no.

Maybe the problem is me? No choice but to keep going though I guess.

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Yay, good year, Jesse! Never hesitate to share the good. I'm with Hec — more good years for everyone.

So basically 2024 is going to be a lot of work, even though I’m run down and tired from 2023.

This is me. I feel like 2024 is going to be a harder version of 2023 in terms of my dad. I'm lucky I have so many good people and reasons for joy outside of that.

Financially, I just want stability. We have been so unstable since Covid because of ND's business, and this is the year that all came to a head. So stability, please. I don't need prosperity (though that would be lovely), but a little more certainly has to happen.

Flea, that sounds awful. I'm sorry. I hope you find some happiness in your new home and village.

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I'm sorry for everyone with stressful years.

Mine was pretty low-key. I got another big raise and celebrated by getting my hair dyed blue and going to NY for a week only to see Broadway shows. Not at the same time. Work was crazy in September and worse in October, when I had to work 7 days a week, 60+ hours a week. It got me four free days of PTO over Christmas. The trip to NY was totally worth it.

I started taking supplements for my migraines, which have definitely lowered the pain level and frequency. Which is great, but also bullshit, because I could have been doing this fifteen years ago. I had tried something similar at point but it didn't work for a couple of possible reasons.

Went and saw friends. Friends came to visit in August, when it was approximately 110 degrees and had been for weeks. My husband's brother and his wife came to visit in October, and that did NOT go well. Fortunately I could genuinely claim to be swamped with work and stay on the sidelines.

I'd like to get out of Texas in 2024.

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My year was stressful. I do not anticipate that things will be less stressful next year. I do not want to taunt happy fun year. So.

Many things suck. My spouse and child do not, though sometimes it feels like my daughter's speed-running some of the more awkward and regrettable parts of my life history. (Not, like, the relationship drama stuff. Just weird crap that I look back on and cringe about.) However, as she and I have discussed, I know she won't actually take my experience into enough account, as one has to deal with their early adulthood cringe behavior on their own terms.

We went to Italy, my first time outside of the US and Canada. One postcard sent from there got to its destination. Perhaps the card sent will one day, too. The thing I didn't mail from Italy, I mailed from Seattle before Christmas. We'll see if USPS is any more reliable than the Italian postal service. One hopes.

I turn fifty next year, and I'm not sure how I feel about that, but hey. It beats the alternative.

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I turn fifty next year, and I'm not sure how I feel about that, but hey. It beats the alternative.

I'm sixty next year. It's weird.

My year was stressful. I do not anticipate that things will be less stressful next year. I do not want to taunt happy fun year. So.

Many things suck. My spouse and child do not

It was good of Plei to sum up for me!

I lost several people in the year passing, including both of the adult witnesses to my wedding, the friend who introduced me to the blond guy who hogs the bed, and my last grandparent. I am now officially older than Connie and that was a day. My spouse left work in May for health reasons and hasn't found anything yet. My best friend got an awesome new job in Oregon and while I'm delighted that she is living her best life, there are days when I feel pretty sorry for myself.

And - we moved! I now live near my goddaughter and her family on Whidbey Island - with bonus grandmother duties - can see the Saratoga Passage from my windows and am doing Pilates again, all of which has really helped. Bev and her good spouse are able to visit without ferries being involved; Ken is only 20 minutes away and doesn't have to go through Seattle to come to us.

So, keep going, see what happens.

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2023 was one hell of a year. It was good, and it was really hard. I started the year with long Covid hanging on, but by May/June it subsided and I've been able to eventually get back to 30 minutes of cardio on the bike. I do seem to still need more sleep than I did pre-Covid, but maybe that's just part of getting older. Our nephew had gender-affirming surgery in March, and he's just flourishing now, which is a joy to see.

We started meeting with a fiduciary to get our financial shit in order, which sent me into such an anxiety spiral that I needed emergency sessions (plural) with my therapist (what the fuck, I didn't know this was a landmine for me). But we persevered, and our shit is mostly in order and we even bought our new car outright instead of financing it.

My mom turned 77 and is still robustly healthy and active (absolute role model). My dad turned 81 and is in terrible shape physically AND YET he just keeps on going. He's still working part time at a thrift store, which is good for him in terms of getting activity and getting social interaction. But he's started seeing the hallucinations again (they had stopped for a while) and he's engaging in some weird hoarding behavior and experiencing severe paranoia. He does have a doctor appointment next week, and I'm going with him, and the goal is to get a referral to a psychiatrist or, if necessary, inpatient care. It's fucking stressful and I resent being his caretaker, but I'm not abandoning him.

You may have heard that Tim had 2 back surgeries [<---sarcasm]. I didn't anticipate how much assistance/caretaking he would need afterwards, and it was so, so hard (my worst fear was that if I fucked it up, I could fuck up Tim's back). But in the end, he couldn't have had a better outcome. The surgeries did exactly what they needed to do, and he's been committed to PT and walking every day, and he's doing incredibly well. He has his life back, and it's wonderful.

Our 10th wedding anniversary was in September. Tim's nephew got married the weekend closest to our anniversary, and I had the honor of officiating. During the reception, nephew and wife announced a special dance for a niece and her husband, because that exact day was also their wedding anniversary, which was a lovely idea. And then partway through that song, they announced that it was also our 10th anniversary and called us out to the dance floor. It was so sweet, and I was overwhelmed with feelings all at once, and I looked at Tim, who was already crying, which set me off. So we celebrated our 10th anniversary crying our way through a dance that Tim would not have been able to even do 7 weeks earlier. I'll never forget that moment.

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