My word for 2015 was...hold on, lemme go look it up...apparently the reason I can't remember my word for 2015 is because I didn't have one. I didn't do a year in review post for 2014. Apparently I also didn't do a year in review post for 2013, either. I guess I was busy?
2015 was not a terrible year. It could have been worse. We spent a ton of money fixing up our last house, I gave myself a concussion, I had a seriously jacked up back and neck and pinched nerve, I took some drugs for the pinched nerve that put 15 lbs on my behind, we sold our house, and I moved us to a new house while the Mister was on vacation.
"Not a terrible year" is apparently a pretty low bar for me.
I would describe 2015 as fine. Not awful (the shitstorm that was 2011-2012 makes me think that by comparison, mediocre is fine, thanks), not great. I spent much of it in a lot of physical pain (concussion, pinched nerve) and our lives in upheaval as we moved. I know I spoke in a few posts of just putting one foot in front of the other, and eventually we'd get through it. That was what happened. Keep slogging on and eventually this too shall pass.
I had one goal for 2015, and that was to learn to speak Spanish. Mi espanol es muy mal. I've been taking lessons for most of the year, and I really thought I'd be further along than this. (Ever since reading this story I feel somewhat inadequate. Although I guess desperation is a powerful motivator.)
I do the homework diligently, I attend every class, I use the Duolingo app every day, and I can barely converse with a child. Until I meet a Spanish-speaking person willing to talk to me on a daily basis, I feel like my skill level will be enough to read a grocery store circular and comment on the weather and cuteness of babies, but not much more.
Like last year, my only goal for 2016 is to learn to speak Spanish, so maybe by the end of the year I will be able to read a newspaper.
May your 2016 be even better than 2015.
"Not a terrible year" is apparently a pretty low bar for me.
I would describe 2015 as fine. Not awful (the shitstorm that was 2011-2012 makes me think that by comparison, mediocre is fine, thanks), not great. I spent much of it in a lot of physical pain (concussion, pinched nerve) and our lives in upheaval as we moved. I know I spoke in a few posts of just putting one foot in front of the other, and eventually we'd get through it. That was what happened. Keep slogging on and eventually this too shall pass.
I had one goal for 2015, and that was to learn to speak Spanish. Mi espanol es muy mal. I've been taking lessons for most of the year, and I really thought I'd be further along than this. (Ever since reading this story I feel somewhat inadequate. Although I guess desperation is a powerful motivator.)
I do the homework diligently, I attend every class, I use the Duolingo app every day, and I can barely converse with a child. Until I meet a Spanish-speaking person willing to talk to me on a daily basis, I feel like my skill level will be enough to read a grocery store circular and comment on the weather and cuteness of babies, but not much more.
Like last year, my only goal for 2016 is to learn to speak Spanish, so maybe by the end of the year I will be able to read a newspaper.
May your 2016 be even better than 2015.
You've had *quite* the year, Lisa ... I really hope 2016 is kinder to you and yours. (And I have to say I really admire you for working on learning Spanish. I've had various aspirations of a similar nature over the years and have never really managed to apply myself. May this year be better for you on that front as well!)
ReplyDeletethank you Marian! May you also have a fabulous 2016 :-)
DeleteOh, I missed this one somehow. Probably caught up in ruminations about my own shitstorm year. I hope the coming year is a few notches above "not a terrible year." As for the Spanish, well. I wish I knew Spanish, too. Really kinda regret that junior high French I chose because it was "prettier" than Spanish. Though, it would not have been easy to predict the demographic changes we've undergone since 1977. At least I didn't take the Russian in high school that seemed like it would have been a good choice to make. C'est la vie.
ReplyDeleteif we are discussing poor high school language choices, I took Latin. And French. I remember neither. I have actually been contemplating putting my own kids into language classes after school; it would be so much easier for them to learn it now while they are young, rather than wait till high school.
DeleteI sincerely hope your 2016 is much, much better than 2015.