It’s the beginning of a new year, and retrospectives are totally a thing. 2013 featured the ten-year anniversary of my high school graduation, which has had me thinking about the last ten years.

This year saw the launch of a Kickstarter campaign to fund my next webcomic — and I have high hopes not only for 2014, but pretty much the rest of my life.

Why?

– I suffered one of the worst breakups of my life in 2004. I didn’t see it coming. It left me not only emotionally devastated, but bedridden. Until then, I had been living high on the college life, despite failing classes the previous semester. The repercussions were felt the entire rest of the year — maybe even longer.

– I took part in, maybe caused, some of the worst drama I have experienced in my life — more or less as a result of the breakup. After wallowing in self-pity for the better part of two months, I flipped out and drove away some of my friends.

– I played in a lot of tabletop roleplaying games. D&D, BESM, the odd game of Vampire, and so on. Some weekends, my friends and I would start playing about 11 PM Friday night, and keep going until Sunday afternoon.

– I discovered my love for performance dance, which remains one of the most challenging things I’ve done. I had no talent for dance, and it was the first time I was not immediately good at something in my life. Or the first time I noticed.

– I bounced back in dating, in one of the weirdest ways possible. With dance, I was in the best physical shape of my life and at the height of self-confidence. I entered into three open relationships at the same time. They all ended badly.

– In December, I traveled across the country to sell my art at a convention. I had continued drawing throughout the year, audited a creative writing class, and had started writing a (my second) novel — I wanted to be a cartoonist. I broke even, if you ignore the fact that my supplies and airfare were covered by others.


There are some who might consider 2004 basically the high point of my life — mostly for the very end of the year. In retrospect, I was a shockingly cruel and depressingly shallow person, probably suffering from a mental breakdown.

Maintaining multiple relationships is difficult — maintaining one is hard.