2014 was a year of difficult choices and personal losses, but a year i found my footing in again. it was a year in which i stopped working out, stopped reading, stopped writing fiction, but got a job, saw the country in ways i hadn't done before, established myself professionally (somewhat), made new friends, reconciled with older friends. i know the next year isn't going to be easy for me - but i have love and happiness, and isn't that all that matters?