Wednesday, December 1, 2010
#reverb10- prompt 1
I decided to take a cue from some awesome bloggyfriends Em, Steph, and Ali and reverb my 2010. What is #reverb10 you ask? I shall tell you!
"Reverb 10 is an annual event and online initiative to reflect on your year and manifest what’s next. The end of the year is an opportunity to reflect on what's happened, and to send out reverberations for the year ahead. With Reverb 10, we'll do both. This December we invite you to share your story and join us in reflection." (Reverb10)
I know it's a month long committment, and I will be honest, I'm committment phobic. For real. I don't like change or committment, so believe me, C is a lucky man lol! I just get scared getting locked into things, so I'm taking this as a 'this will be a blast' perspective rather than a 'you have to do this because you signed up' perspective. So bear with me. And please don't be mad if I don't everyday. I'm forgetful. And going on a cruise/honeymoonIneverhad, so internet access will be limited I imagine (do they have internet in the middle of the ocean??).
So anyway, here it goes!
Prompt 1:
"Encapsulate the year 2010 in one word. Explain why you’re choosing that word. Now, imagine it’s one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2011 for you?" (Author: Gwen Bell)
2010 was chaotic. I was planning a wedding while my husband (fiance at the time) was in Afghanistan. Communication was limited. I don't like committment, nor making decisions, and sometimes I had to without his input. That sucked. BUT he was pleased and proud of me for doing so. UGH. I was fighting with my mom constantly, as she was not a fan of my ideas, and struggling to say, "let me do it my way!" And, being too much of a control freak, I couldn't bear the thought of asking for help.
I would cry a lot. Cry because I was overwhelmed. Cry because I missed him. And cry because I'd eat a whole box of chocolates due to the first two reasons. It was rough. I also had a lot going on in terms of work, as I had just started a new job and it was my very first time not having a roomate in the house. Chaos I think, is an understatement.
2011 I hope I can say I'm thankful. I can't wait to live our lives as Mr. & Mrs. and to expand our furry family. I just want to wake up each morning and smile and be thankful for how far we have come and what our relationship and lives have endured.
What are your hopes for 2011? And what does 2010 mean to you?
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What a tough 2010 you had! I hope you're 2011 is thankful :)
ReplyDeleteP.S. I'm excited to read your Reverb10 entries!
P.P.S. Your blog background always reminds me of Calvin & Hobbes for some reason.
ReplyDeleteOMG, Ali is so right, Calvin and Hobbes!
ReplyDeleteYou are a strong lady to plan a wedding with your Fi so far away, it had to be hard!
First, thanks for stopping by and sharing your input in the Blog Soup post! It's never easy in the beginning. And I still feel like it's a work in progress, but I think I've found a balance of writing about the things I care about, as well as "reader-friendly" material. I, personally, love blogs with a personal touch (like yours) that shares glimpses into the blogger's life.
ReplyDeleteBut moving on to your Reverb word. Chaos describes 2009 for me. A lot of stress caused me to gain a lot of weight and just feel yucky overall. 2010 was about growth for me. I discovered blogging (well, I knew about blogging prior, but it's when I really started getting "serious" about it). I discovered photography and I rediscovered myself in the process. What I hope for 2011? More of the same and like you said, a more grateful heart!
What a great post! Planning a wedding all by yourself does indeed sound chaotic -- it'll all be worth it in the end, though! My word for 2010 was "risk" because it's the year I started my etsy store and started writing my novel (despite my self doubt on both accounts). I'd love next year's word to be SUCCESS! :)
ReplyDeletewe are both newlyweds! and we both have furry kids! =)
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