My life changed quite a bit in 2012.
I remember standing on the deck of my parents' beach house where I was living at the time, staring off into the distance. The only thing I wanted was to get a better job. One where I earned decent money. One where I could move closer to home, closer to my nephew and niece who were still growing inside each of my sisters' bellies. One where I could legitimately start my life as a working man, back on the grid.
A new nephew, a new niece, godfather to both. A new job, a new location. New furniture, some new friends.
113 new blog posts, 200ish new followers. Many new blogging friends.
Lots of other things too.
I can't help but feel that I didn't wish for these things to happen to me, but rather that I knew they were going to happen, and once I actively started knowing that they were going to happen, they started happening.
It sounds a lot like The Secret, I know. I don't really believe that crap.
But maybe I do.
Another example can be seen in that post that I wrote about how I am getting fat. Since I wrote that, I've already lost seven pounds in a month. Just from putting it down on paper, or more usefully, putting it out into the universe. By admitting it, not only to myself, but to the world (or at least a tiny percentage of the world that reads my blog) I made myself accountable.