The other day I wrote about stupid things I did in 2009. (I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t continually goof up one way or another.)
But I did some things in 2009 that I’m really proud of. They might not be appearances on Oprah, but I think they’re pretty awesome.
- I started writing a regular print column for a local magazine.
- I nursed exclusively for the entire year, including pumping approximately four million ounces of milk for my trip to Chicago.
- I got paid for writing personal essays and finally started calling myself a “writer” without feeling like a fake.
- I faced my fear of flying and went to Chicago for three days to go to BlogHer and meet Internet people.
- I rounded up enough freelance writing and design work to continue working from my home office.
- I put our house back on the market for a last-ditch effort to do a short sale before it lands in foreclosure. I worked with our real estate agent and the bank to fill out about a million pages of paperwork. I’m hoping the efforts pay off in the next couple of months.
- I started Your Mama Reviews with two local mom friends and expanded the team to include two more friends.
- I got a tattoo honoring my sons.
- I did a BlogTalkRadio interview in Chicago.
- I started Girl Talk Thursday and expanded it to its own site with four dear friends.
- I made enough of a noisy spaz of myself on Twitter to get Heather Armstrong to ask Bosch to give a new washer and dryer to a shelter in Utah. Neato.
- I got back into my pre-pregnancy clothes.
- We went our first family vacation and managed to avoid any massive blowups or fights.
- I walked for Maddie Spohr in the March for Babies.
- I got to know some of the women I’ve admired from an intimidated distance for a long time.
- Avitable, a blogger I respect and admire, put me on his Top Ten List of Blogs in 2009. Recognition (from peers) for my writing makes me dizzy with happiness. Honestly.
- Anissa Mayhew invited me to write for Aiming Low.
- I faced my depression and anxiety, gave it a name, and took real steps to fight it.
- I started seeing a therapist regularly.
- I continued to write my own way in my own space. I still don’t know what that means exactly. My niche is not having a niche.
I don’t make resolutions. But next year, I’d like to focus on writing fiction again once in a while. I’d like to submit some of my essays to journals and publications. And I plan on taking at least one picture a day in 2010.
Happy New Year, guys. With love.
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