This year I've been to three new countries, held a job with people I respect and admire, ate a grotesque amount of beans, spent far too long on my laptop retouching images, admired the stars and wind and rain, spent too much time feeling insecure, and even more time being selfish, lost an organ, gained a friend, drank and ungodly amount of wine, spent an embarrassing amount of time watching tv, got to see my family frequently, fell deeper in love with a good man, and woke up this morning feeling pretty well. Sometimes I forget how much I hate the smell of wet gravel, and that's unfortunate because who knows when it will be the last time I get to smell it.