It is now officially 2017, and it seems the general consensis regarding the death of 2016 is a substantial sigh of relief.
Out with the old, in with the new…
And I have to say I agree with this general consensis. 2016 has been, to say the least, a very challenging year. To name a few things that have happened: an emergence from the other side of depression, finding the love of my life, a cancer diagnosis, 6 months of brutal chemotherapy, a loved one attempting suicide, a near parental divorce, newfound independancy and passion for Jesus, a good job and a full-blown obsession to write.
I feel I have grown more in this year than I have in three. To be honest, so much so I hardly even know myself anymore. Which can be frightening at times, though I wouldn’t say the change has been altogether a bad one.
Not all the time.
Regardless, it’s a new year. And a promising one at that. One that holds all my hopes and dreams in a rough, monthly draft.
This is the year in which I hope to see all of the hardships of 2016 be well rewarded. In which I hope to get married, come spring. In which I hope to become self-sustaining through freelance writing. In which I hope to travel to Taiwan, and eventually live there with my husband. In which I learn how to multipitch, snowboard and finally sum up the courage to sing a public duet. In which I learn to not care so much what other people think. In which I find the peace to be spontaneous and love others as they should.
2017 is going to be a good year. I can feel it in my bones. And even though we say it every year, let’s make the most of it, shall we?
Because problems will always arise. The “perfect year” simply doesn’t exist – though that never stops us from hoping. What matters most is not what troubles we run into, but how we deal with things once we do.
If there’s one thing 2016 has taught me, it’s that perspective makes the perspected, and attitude makes the man.
This year’s New Year Resolution?
“Worry less, write more.”