let 2014 be remembered as the year of cancer. the year of layoffs. the year i saw senior colleagues weep at losing those they've worked with for 20 years. the year i saw emma decimated by illness. the year i was truly ashamed to call myself russian. the year i strained my throat trying not to cry in front of friends facing the last session of chemotherapy. the year i seriously considered what would happen to my loved ones if i were to get sick.

the year i decided i would never let them see it.
the year OUP Canada was "reorganized".

but also:

the year i finally got over my fear of driving. the year of your magical jes-clap, which will go down in history among f's cutest things of all time. the year we go to copenhagen.

more will happen. we will see.