2010 was a bad year in SO many ways; my mother died, I gained forty pounds, I had a bad experience that very nearly broke my love of sailing; my level of depression, and my feeling that I was barely holding on, got significantly stronger.
2011, on the other hand... Not much really went right in 2011, but nothing major went wrong, either.
Movies: This blog is full of them. I did not see as many as I have in past years, because I did not need to as much; I saw VERY few more than once, because there just didn't seem to be many that warranted the effort. I LOVE "The Big Year", though; it was wonderful, and no one saw it.
Books: It takes me about two weeks, on the average, to read a book, so Bernard Cornwell's "Sharpe" series (21 novels and 3 novellas) ate most of my year. I enjoyed it a great deal. I also read, and loved, "Born to Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen" by Christopher MacDougal, which led to some lifestyle changes. I plowed through Patrick O'Brian's "Master and Commander" with difficulty. It had decent characters and a solid plot, but the pseudo-Regency prose made the experience unpleasant. I tried to read "Wizard's First Rule" by Terry Goodkind, but gave up when I finished the first section; it took me forty days to read forty pages. I have better things to do than put up with clunky prose and shallow characters. And then there was "The White Company" by Arthur Conan Doyle, which was fun; I can see why Doyle preferred it to his "Holmes" work.
Sailing: I only had the boat in the water twice, both times at the Rend Lake Messabout in June. My love of sailing has gotten tangled up with a lot of emotional scar tissue, and I don't know what to do about it. I REALLY need to work on this.
Work: My partner of the last eight years abandoned me in July; my work load and level of responsibility have both increased significantly in the last year, with no commensurate increase in pay. I have been forced to get better at my job, and the stress levels have gone up. I seem to have settled into a state of routine unhappiness which doesn't really care when things get worse. Once you are miserable, such things are only footnotes, anyway.
Writing: This is odd. I gave up on this, really I did, but something in the back of my brain won't quit, and I an not inclined to choke it out. So right now I have four stories simmering, at various levels of readiness for extrusion, and they will see daylight as it is possible. This baffles me. (For the record: "Ambrose and the Oak Tree", "Jasper the Sly", "The Four Seasons", and "The Alicorn Dagger". We shall see.)
Fitness: I lost ten pounds over the course of the year (lost 20, gained it back, lost 10 again) and did a LOT of walking, at least for me, including three different seven mile treks before my right hip got wonky in October. The hip seems to be OK now, once again we shall see.
Financial: About the same. Dementia is still unemployed, and we are still bleeding money on a monthly basis, but it is a controlled bleed. Sort of. I have gotten so used to the knot in my stomach that I don't notice it much anymore.
Travel: I spent thirty nights in hotels this year, in the course of eight different trips of varying length. I think it was good for me, for the most part. It was financially stupid, but most travel is.
Gaming: This is so weird it will get its own entry, but mostly positive.
Overall: I am healthier and happier than I was at this time last year. I have worked hard at being healthier, and the results are disappointing relative to the effort, but I will continue (I have to, if I want to survive). I don't understand the increased happiness; there is nothing to justify it, it just is. I am not complaining.