13 Things I Loved in 2013
Peeps, I am PSYCHED for 2014. I think it's going to be a fantastic year for all of us. Shout-out to my little sister who'll be graduating high school and starting college, everyone from IU who's going to be graduating with an MFA, and all others undergoing life changes big and small. Oh, and an extra-meaningful shout-out to anyone who's about to come into a lot of money. These thrifted cardigans don't pay for themselves! In an effort to remain optimistic and grateful instead of defaulting into my usual mental state (fatalistic and consumed with a senseless desire for revenge), I'm taking a look back on the highlights of 2013--a strange and frightening year for young Tori if there ever was one. There were lows, there were ant infestations, there were terrified moments spent deep under the covers wondering if the apocalypse was nigh, there were creepy men on street corners talking to figures I couldn't see, but there were also highs, and kindred spirits, and candles, and champagne, and paycheck after paycheck with more than 6 figures on it.
Here are some of the things I loved.
1. Hanging out with my guy. He cooks delicious egg sandwiches, he cracks me up, he lets me take hilarious photos of him when he's carrying his bass over potholes, we're in a top-secret band together, he's not too grumpy, he's the most supportive person of my writing by a long shot, he took me to a champagne salon on my birthday, and he is far too precious to be elaborated on via the Internet.
2. Writing a screenplay. Aside from some novellas in college (what up Northwestern CW Honors Program '09), this was my first real foray into long-form writing, and gee willikers was it hard. But my seemingly senseless toil earned me the ultimate prize: having my name appear...in a list…ON THE INTERNET…beneath the name of someone who doesn't use the Oxford comma!
3. Going on a whirlwind trip to Colombia, aka "Colombia the country," with these kindreds. When my friend Joe called me for a little commiseration about his "failed" trip to Colombia, neither of us had any idea that in about forty-eight hours, we'd both be on a plane to Bogotá. Our spur-of-the-moment trip taught me so much about how I want to live my life. I finally understood, viscerally, that no action comes out of inaction. There's never going to be a perfect time, you'll never have enough money (what up Indiana University graduate student "salary"), and you will always have to shuffle your life and budget around like a professional juggler. But if you bring yo' passport and pack super light and are okay with not washing your hair for a while, it's going to be amazing.
4. Waitressing the night the Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup. It was basically like going to a huge party where ecstatic strangers buy you drinks and you walk away with $300 cash. Hanging out with Toews and the Stanley Cup was pretty awesome too, but as you can see, I was in a bad mood that day for no good reason. Women, right?!
5. Actually, waitressing in general. I spent the summer waitressing and freelance writing, and it was just the funnest, most laid-back summer ever. After a while, I couldn't keep up with the late nights/Jameson shots + early mornings article deadlines, but waitressing and writing are the perfect combination of extroversion/introversion, human interest/dreaming.
6. Travels. Despite the fact that I've become terrified of flying after entering into an alternate reality via airplane in the spring of 2012 (long story), there is little I love better than going to a new city/town/country/bullfighting festival/party in West Egg/Yoknapatawpha county/WHAT?!
7. Writing flash fiction, the world's most enjoyable art form. This is probably my favorite thing I've written this year, if yer interested.
9. Embracing the art of the terrifying decision. 2013 was the year I left three different jobs. No wait--four jobs. No, wait, five jobs--geez, #likearollingstone, am I right?! Because I've learned that what you don't do often defines you just as much as what you do.
10. Bloomington farewells, Bloomington reunions. Proof that just like Snow White and Prince Charming in "Once Upon a Time" (obscure art world reference, don't worry about it), writers will always find each other.
11. Meriwether reunion. We may not be any closer to world domination and we may have forgotten to create our famous podcast, "Insanity," but we're still the queens of the comedy hour. The question remains: is it all in our heads?!
13. All things family. Is this me ending with a sentimental cliche? No, this is me ending with a Marilynne Robinson quote:
There's so much to be grateful for, words are poor things.