When 2014 started, I was a grad student with two part time jobs, basically the bottom of every food chain. I was struggling to pay tuition, struggling to pay rent, I felt under appreciated by the co-workers I saw most often, and I was pretty burnt out on school. By February of this year, I had been offered my first ever fulltime position and things were looking up. I started that job in late March, loved the people I was working with, even if the pay was crap for the amount of work I was doing. I was happy with it. In late April my boss abandoned ship. At first, this seemed like a really shitty situation, but then the people around me started to hint that I had impressed them in how quickly I had taken on the manager's duties as well as my own despite being brand new, and I decided to apply for that position. It was a long shot. This was the kind of job I had on my career trajectory for 7-10 years down the road. There were candidates who came in to interview who were twice my age or more, who had way more experience. Well, despite all that, my department took a huge risk and chose me instead. I have a salary. A hella decent one (I'm not rich, but I'm making more than my mother ever did raising two children, and I'm a single 24-year-old, so it looks that way from where I'm oriented). I was the part time secretary of a department with three professors last January, and now I am the administrative manager of the largest academic unit that is not its own college at my university. I have people who report to me???
This is exciting enough in that it's so rare to find a good job with a steady paycheck and supportive co-workers for people of my generation, but I grew up poor, I've been poor my whole life. It may seem shallow that extra money has made me so happy, but I've never been secure in my life. I'm not struggling. I'm overpaying my student loan debt. I'm saving up to buy a house. These are things I never could have anticipated a year ago, and I cry sometimes about how lucky I am.
I also graduated with my MA in May, which was nice, even if by the time it happened, I was really, really over school and just wanted to be done. I went to my first Supernatural con ever in May, also: DC Con. That was...just a life changing experience. Meeting the boys in person after five years in this fandom is a memory I am never really going to get over. Then I went to Comic Con and met Jared again! :D I went on a fabulous cruise by myself to Mexico, just because. I met countless wonderful fangirls from around the world. I got to see L.A. while I was in California for SDCC, and I went to Disney Land for the first time (it's no Disney World, but ya know). I also got to see my best friend in Gainesville and ride roller coasters with her over Spring Break, and then again for wincon Orlando in October.
Look, the year wasn't perfect. The aforementioned promotion meant that I was running a huge program alone for 7 months. My writing took a huge hit because of that and I spent a lot of that time just really burnt out. A building fell on my building, and, even if you put that aside, my living situation has sucked consistently due to many factors, none of which I feel like going into. My childhood kitty Dodo Head died of old age and my grandma has just entered the stage where she's deteriorating pretty rapidly, which has led her usually somewhat amusing nasty persona to evolve into a just plain nasty persona. But all that said, I am so much fucking luckier than most, and my life until about 5 years ago was soap opera levels of terrible (I won't say discovering the Supernatural fandom magically fixed my life, but the timing IS suspect), so I'm really thankful for where I am and where I'm going.
I do not expect 2015 to top this year. I would never ask for that. More of the same would be great. But I am hoping that 2015 is another good year, and that it is much, much kinder to others than 2014 was. In the meantime, I am going to go get ready to celebrate the holiday with beckaandzac and her band of merry fandom friends.
I also wrote a New Year's Eve timestamp to my gingerbread man!Jared fic, if anyone even remembers that story and is interested in some holiday schmoop:
Title: We're Back!: A Dinosaur Story
Fandom: Real Person Fic - CW
Rating: PG for some language
Word Count: 1,555
Author’s Note: This is a timestamp to my gingerbread man!Jared fic, Not the Gumdrop Buttons. It probably will not make sense without reading the original story.
Summary: There's a dinosaur sitting on his couch, and Jensen decides right then and there that his New Year's resolution is to stop making things out of gingerbread, no matter how cute Jared is when he asks.
My only resolution is to post at least one story in every month of 2015. But I am also hoping to make some good changes, buy a nice home for myself, maybe start exercising. I won't even pretend I'm gonna eat healthier, because Chipotle.
That is all for this year (!!). I will be back tomorrow to post my writing round-up of 2014 and my list of planned fics for 2015. In the meantime, have fun, be safe, party responsibly or enjoy your pajamas, whatever you enjoy. Can't say how much I love having you guys in my life. ♥