I have a headache.
It's really not how I expected this blog to start. Fact is, I started it hours ago and just deleted everything to start over.
Because I'm tired.
I just don't have the energy to be clever I suppose. So you'll have to settle for the candid version of me and not the belligerent one.
I'm looking forward to 2017. It's already started in other parts of the world and I am hopeful. I want to quietly close the door on 2016 and leave it alone for awhile. Maybe talk about it later when I'm old and wise. Maybe.
I know it was a hard year for all of us. I never knew how a single year could be so heavy to so many people. My ignorance on that is apparent is last year's blog.
I still maintain it's up to us to make the most of it. How we handle the terrible and hopeless and heart-crushing is completely in our hands.
But I hear you.
And the daylight will break across the horizon in the morning. Like always. With the promise of newness and life. A new year, with all new adventures.
I get it now I think. Or at least, I'm starting to.
The hope of new beginnings. It's more than an arbitrary calendar change. It's the promise of rebirth. The reminder that all things end, and new things begin.
We need it. The end of the year. We need the symbolic closing of a chapter and we need to share it universally. We need to know it's okay for things to end and for new things to begin. And no time is that more felt or shared than the New Year.
2016 wasn't awful for me. But it was full.
Stories were written and published, friendships were strengthened, new relationships forged, bad habits broken, loved ones were lost, tumors were discovered, hugs were given... And love was there. Through it all.
Happy New Year.
Here's to hope and sunrises.
May we have more than we can measure.