2013 was a bizarre year.  It marked the time of a major shift for me.

The 4,000 square foot home I had rented in 2012 turned out to be a nightmare of epic proportions.  (The landlord was in foreclosure when she rented to me and my housemates and then one of the housemates turned out to be a raging lunatic felon.  It was insane and so was she.)

One day last year the police showed up and ended the madness.  They left a notice on our gate stating we had five days to get out or be removed.  What a blessing!

So I moved from a 4,000 square foot home to an apartment one eighth the size.  It was tiny, but I had a pool view and it was mine – just mine.  No crazy housemate, no drama.  Just me.

Meanwhile, the gears were really moving elsewhere in my life.

I was in a relationship, starting a new business venture, and beginning to imagineer the rest of my life.

Somewhere in there, a cat jumped through my open window.  The last thing I wanted was a pet to be responsible for, but I just couldn’t shake this cat.  When she showed up on a stormy day with a newborn kitten, I finally relented.  Wormers, flea treatments, cat food, spaying, neutering and several hundred dollars for vet bills later, I had not one, but two pets!

Then the universe really started raining blessings.

Uncle Sam set events into motion that allowed me to finally have custody of my children and buy a home.

The cats and I moved in, the kids moved in a few weeks later, the ex’s dogs moved in…WHA???

Yeah, it was a minor sticking point.  Suffice to say the dogs didn’t work out.  One did, but the other simply couldn’t adjust.

Did I mention my boyfriend moved in too?

By the time Christmas rolled around again, everything in my life had changed.

I was living in my own home rather than a foreclosure where the constable could show up any day to kick me out.  I had my two beautiful boys and the love of my life with me.  I was finally homeschooling (unschooling) my kids.  We had two adorable cats and a cute tripod dog.  And to top all of that off, I was finally working out at a gym four times a week.

One thing, above all, stands out about 2013 for me:  I didn’t resign myself to my circumstances or let them define me.  I was fluid, rolling through them as I moved on to something better.  I continued to dream and kept those dreams fixed in my mind.  By the end of the year, each of them had come true.  I had manifested everything I set out to bring into my life in 2013 and it was even better than I imagined.

Now, knowing from experience that dreams really do come true, I get to dream bigger in 2014.

This is going to be great!