Where were you when...
Dec. 30th, 2002 10:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geminigirlI'm posting this more for myself than anyone else, but I'm giving you the opportunity to read it if you want.
I like this retrospective; it gives me a good chance to think about where I was and how I've moved forward. It's like chess sometimes-the pieces all move in their own specific way, but they all move towards one goal. Not that I'm aiming for defeating any opposing players or anything.
25 years ago
I was two and a half.
I was charming grown ups with my command of language
I was learning how to read
I had a broken arm
20 years ago
I was seven and a half.
My grandmother wasn't yet ill
I was already bored with school
I spent a lot of my free time roller skating.
I often argued with librarians who tried to make me take out picture books when I wanted chapter books.
15 years ago
I was 12 and a half.
My life focused on getting ready for my Bat Mitzvah
I hadn't yet menstruated.
I had a fabulous boyfriend.
My relationship with my mother began to fall apart.
I had, what in retrospect was a very serious revalation about my life; that I did not in fact like any of the boys in seventh grade, but that I had a crush on one of the girls who asked me about the boys.
10 years ago
I was 17 and a half.
I was applying to college.
I had recently gotten a driver's license.
I was smoking a lot of pot.
I had a crush on one of my best friends.
I was still cutting myself regularly; unfortunatly, if any adult knew about this they assumed it had something to do with wanting to kill myself.
I had purple hair.
5 years ago
I was 22 and a half.
I was absolutely certain of the direction in which my life was going.
I was applying to grad school.
I was working two jobs, doing volunteer work, running a student organization and taking a full course load.
I still wasn't getting along with my mother.
I was struggling with a lot of gender issues.
2 years ago
I had just moved back to the DC area.
I had no real job.
I had no idea what I was doing.
I hadn't yet started dating![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aquariumgirl
I was very confused.
I was mourning the death of my last grandparent.
Now I am:
Working at a fabulous and fun job, even if I do complain about the salary.
Realizing that some of my goals I hadn't thought about in a while are still very important to me.
Discovering that my parents respect my choices about my career.
Learning that even though I'm older than I was, I don't know what it means to be "grown up."
Starting to cope with my parents aging.
Gaining some sense of who I am now-not who I was then or dwelling too much on who I will be when...
Learning to be satisfied with me.
Maybe I'm lucky; I have two occasions during the year that really draw me into a reflective mode. I celebrate two different New Years, and their proximity allows me to really look at short and long term goals, and what progress I might have made towards any that I set.
Happy New Year. A bit early. May your year be joyful.
I like this retrospective; it gives me a good chance to think about where I was and how I've moved forward. It's like chess sometimes-the pieces all move in their own specific way, but they all move towards one goal. Not that I'm aiming for defeating any opposing players or anything.
25 years ago
I was two and a half.
I was charming grown ups with my command of language
I was learning how to read
I had a broken arm
20 years ago
I was seven and a half.
My grandmother wasn't yet ill
I was already bored with school
I spent a lot of my free time roller skating.
I often argued with librarians who tried to make me take out picture books when I wanted chapter books.
15 years ago
I was 12 and a half.
My life focused on getting ready for my Bat Mitzvah
I hadn't yet menstruated.
I had a fabulous boyfriend.
My relationship with my mother began to fall apart.
I had, what in retrospect was a very serious revalation about my life; that I did not in fact like any of the boys in seventh grade, but that I had a crush on one of the girls who asked me about the boys.
10 years ago
I was 17 and a half.
I was applying to college.
I had recently gotten a driver's license.
I was smoking a lot of pot.
I had a crush on one of my best friends.
I was still cutting myself regularly; unfortunatly, if any adult knew about this they assumed it had something to do with wanting to kill myself.
I had purple hair.
5 years ago
I was 22 and a half.
I was absolutely certain of the direction in which my life was going.
I was applying to grad school.
I was working two jobs, doing volunteer work, running a student organization and taking a full course load.
I still wasn't getting along with my mother.
I was struggling with a lot of gender issues.
2 years ago
I had just moved back to the DC area.
I had no real job.
I had no idea what I was doing.
I hadn't yet started dating
aquariumgirlI was very confused.
I was mourning the death of my last grandparent.
Now I am:
Working at a fabulous and fun job, even if I do complain about the salary.
Realizing that some of my goals I hadn't thought about in a while are still very important to me.
Discovering that my parents respect my choices about my career.
Learning that even though I'm older than I was, I don't know what it means to be "grown up."
Starting to cope with my parents aging.
Gaining some sense of who I am now-not who I was then or dwelling too much on who I will be when...
Learning to be satisfied with me.
Maybe I'm lucky; I have two occasions during the year that really draw me into a reflective mode. I celebrate two different New Years, and their proximity allows me to really look at short and long term goals, and what progress I might have made towards any that I set.
Happy New Year. A bit early. May your year be joyful.
