Well 2016, we are six months in and I don’t care much for you so far. You have certainly thrown a lot of curve balls and offered up a lot of obstacles. I have managed to trudge through it all, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, but generally feeling a bit bruised and battered along the way. Even the good stuff has come with rough patches.
You’ve taken away several friends and colleagues, suddenly, and long before their time. Many friends have lost their parents. You have definitely made loss and mourning felt prevalently. It has hit very close to home how short life can be. This has made me very reflective and I have spent a lot of time thinking about how to make the most of it. Examining where I am at versus where I really would like to be. Looking closely at the things I love and that make me happy, and in turn identifying the things that no longer work. Strategizing about how to eliminate the things that are weighing me down and placing more emphasis on the things that help lift me up. Somehow I feel like this should be easier – but it isn’t.
There have been things I have truly enjoyed. I finally faced my fear of putting my own creative writing out there for public consumption by taking on the A to Z Blogging Challenge. I liked it, I had fun with it – I would like to continue to explore this avenue and find more outlets for it. Then there was Ireland, an amazing, brief escape. Reinforcing once again how much I love to travel and meet other people and explore other cultures. But you couldn’t see fit to allow me to have these moments of joy without bringing me to my knees.
So what gives, 2016? I know there are messages here for me. I get it. I’m listening. I’m trying. Could you ease up over the next six and let some things blossom? I would really love a bit more cooperation and fewer speed bumps. So here’s to a brighter, cheerier second half – may we reach the end with smiles and goals achieved.
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