So hey, everyone! Happy New Year! Yes, I’m sure the new year is old news to you all by now, with it being the end of 2018’s first week already. But here I am, and here you are, so let’s celebrate together.
As I look back on 2017, I’m torn as to how I’d classify it. The beginning was awful, the middle was a time of reconnecting with myself and my goals, and the ending was a wonderful, hopeful finish to the whole process.
This past year marks when I revived this personal blog from its mostly dead state. I’d had to set it aside late in 2014 because of life’s busyness imposing itself on me, and even though I hadn’t had any time for myself during the in-between years—much less any time to blog—I really missed it. Writing has always been therapeutic for me (I wrote about it in “Why we write” a few months back), and to have so much going on in my life and no time to process it better by writing about it was difficult. In the end, I realized I needed this blog as an instrument of healing, so I sat down and wrote all kinds of things that were on my heart . . . just sort of barfed out everything that was hurting . . . and just like that [“Why do you seek the living among the dead?”], my blog was part of me again.
As hard as that article was to publish, it practically wrote itself, and that was the first step to making my year stop sucking. My BFF, who was also having a bang-up year of rough health, surgery, and sick twins every time she turned around, decided for both of us that the best thing to do was to start 2017 over again. She’s a great influencer, so of course I said yes, and together we tackled what we needed to, boosted each other when we were tired of trying, and cheered when things finally starting to come together . . . better late than never.
This past year I lost a close friend, stood with one of my best friends as she became a widow, and put back on every pound I’d worked so hard to lose over the previous year. But I also reconnected with family and friends I’d neglected over the past couple years, got a fresh new look for my editing blog [you can read that blog’s recap here] and some new clients, and a whole lot more peace of mind as I continued to heal and grow and rediscover the “me” I’d lost for a time.
If I had to sum up the year spiritually, I’d use the word “broken.” But I’d also use the word “loved.” And “forgiven.” And “new.” The year was hard. But only when we emerge from the deepest valleys do we appreciate how high the peaks can get. How about that for a wise-sounding phrase? It sounds much prettier than the reality of how miserable things can get at times.
The bonus to the end of the year came right at the stroke of midnight: the official moment when my hubby went from “working class Joe” to “retired and thrilled about it.” He also will be going through some changes, and I’m hoping his bring him joy, because there’s nothing I love to see more than when he smiles with a genuine, deep-down contentment.
Change may not be all it’s cracked up to be sometimes, but growth is always well worth the ride. I’ll leave you with one of my favorite verses here:
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! –2 Corinthians 5:17 ESV