Accounting for 2010

Let me tell you where this year has gone…


Divorce.

Salt Lake City.
The wintery star-filled skies of Wyoming.
Denver.
Albuquerque.
Winslow.
New Tattoo.
Matching piercings with Katy.

Rode the last Sunset Dinner train.
Golden Gate Bridge.
Drove up the coast.

Ate Well. Vintage. Rubicon. Tapas. Yama Sushi. Kobe. Mt. Fuji. Penny’s Diner. Tasty Mouse. Trader Joe. Waffle House. Black Eyed Pea. The Fort. Minerva’s. Taco Trucks. Quizno’s. Maria’s. Anette’s. Dad’s.  Rick's. P.F. Chang’s.

Said hard good-byes.
Said sweet hellos.

Made choices.
Packed.
Loaded.
Stored.
Hauled.
Moved to Denver.

Found life again.
In a basement.
And atop a 14,000 foot mountain.

Manitou Springs.
Broadmoor Hotel.
Colorado Springs.
The Continental Divide.
Rode my motorcycle through the Rockies.

Stayed in the town that inspired South Park.

Saw the Nuggets play a few times.
The Rockies with Scott.
Bon Jovi with Josh.

Walked the beach at Santa Cruz with a loved one.

Barack Obama.
Drove myself back to California to face some unknowns.

Aspen.
Hotchkiss.
Durango.
Four Corners.
The Navajo Nation Rodeo.
Colorado City.
Zion National Park.
Las Vegas.
Death Valley.
Tonopah.
Mina.
Reno.
Susanville.
Burney.
Redding.

Bare Naked Ladies with Maria

Lost 70 pounds.

Cheryl, the loaner mom.

Nevada.
Utah.
Wyoming.
Colorado.
New Mexico.
Arizona.
Mexico.
Oregon.
Illinois.
Texas.
Washington, DC

Migraine.
Vomit.
Diarrhea.
Cramps.
Nightmares.
Bleeding.
Pain.
Non-stop Pain.
Jumped out of a plane.

Found clothes that fit well, simply by changing the way I see myself.

Found peace through the harshest of circumstances.

John Mayer with Maria.

Loved.
Lost.
Fought.
Won.
Been sick,
Been well.

Gained.
Lived.
Died.
Wept.

Lost fear.
Lost hair.

Found courage, faith, and grace.

Learned yoga.
Danced with a man under a warm summer sky.
Laughed, like I haven’t since I was a kid.

Drugs.  Prescriptions.  Medical Care. 
Medical Bills.
Insurance.
Insurance Companies.

Found joy in the simplest of things—a flower. A phone call. A hug. A sunset. A day without a headache.

Laughter.

Met with dignitaries.
Awed in the presence of the poorest of folk.

Connected with positive energy.
Disconnected from the negative.

Found liberation through drawing of boundaries.

Been broken.
Been made whole.

Walked on the beach, while questioning my existence.
Been reminded in the most humbling of ways that I am valued, loved.

Written more in the past year than I have in ages, reminding me of where passions reside.
The environment.
The Holy Spirit.
Communities.
Big Foot.
Polygamy.
Health. Sickness. Death. Dying. Moving on.
Serenity.
Justice.
Peace.
Grants. Reports. Spreadsheets. Reconciliations.

Made new friends.
Found old friends.

Sat still.

Been humbled by the help of others.
Been inspired by those who heroically endured much.

Met lots of troopers.

Stretched.
Grew.
Been tested.
Slept.
Dreamed.
Hoped.
Loved.
Prayed.
Kicked Ass.

Possessed the courage and audacity to make it all so.