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I've been sorting through an art project I did ten years ago (has it been that long already?) I'm sorting through all the art I made that year in this basket and adding in some of the stitch practice pieces from this year, too.

I don't think of time as passing, but it does. What I remember most about 2012 was when a dear friend of mine suddenly died during a routine operation. I think too often I mark time with losses. But that year I also did many positive things, and started on a path that would ultimately lead to my dream job.

I wouldn't go back and warn myself of the dismal things just around the corner for me (two major health problems), maybe because there were just as many good things (two major positive life changes.) Although I dwell a little too much on the negative things usually balance out for me.

2012 was also the year I began art quilting in earnest, I think, as part of that project. So maybe that was the most remarkable thing about that year. I rediscovered myself as an artist in the past, and still practice my art in the present. Now I wonder what the future holds. :)

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