People walked into my life, people walked out, some waffled at the door, peeping in on my life. Overall, 2016 was what I would call one of enlightenment.
I stopped comparing myself, for the most part, to anyone but myself. I raised children for another year, I grew a year older, I had a major surgery, I recovered. I shared private stories, I kept some to myself.
My connection with my husband, romantically and sexually was reignited in the way only people who have gone to hell and returned alive and together can.
I saw some of the worst behavior of humans who I respected this year, I walked away from most of them, and with that, I grew lighter, and my focus became clearer.
I watched my children learn to count and recite the alphabet. I hiked in Oregon mountains, swam in Montana lakes, and rolled down Washington hills with them. My back became stronger, and my heart became truer. I learned the truth in our journey as older parents, and the joys that this privilege brings. Children started ballet, tap, basketball and gymnastics. They sing, dance, and have started to read.
Professionally I grew, financially I grew. I have more time with my children, and do what the last 26 years have prepared me for. Time in my job has offered me financial freedom and the ability to watch my children grow up.
Our new home started to need “upkeep” the carpets will need to be replaced, floors refinished, and cabinets replaced. Toilets went on the fritz, walls will need a new coat of painting after the toddler years, and gate removal. We are donating so much of what we bought to “start” our life 9 years ago. Clutter simply wastes living space.
I lost a friend to cancer, and it looms over the whole year. What is paint, ballet lessons and swims in cool Montana water if someone has lost their life? I dont have any pearls about that, but it is with me, as a constant companion.
Next year the kids start school, more sports, and Coach and I will take off to Paris for 7 days to hold hands and look at art. Time to start looking back at the world outside of the culdesac.
2016, you were vibrant, but you sucked. You were glorious, but you were cruel. I am just going to have to say, adieu. I rarely say that a year was disappointing, but I will say that this was not one of my favorites, except for these three, that I will follow, anywhere they go. Thank the heavens for family.