I’d be telling one big, fat, hideous lie if I said that I’m sorry to see the end of this year. The last 12 months have been some of the most stressful, uncertain and – occasionally – downright miserable months of my life. By the time December hit, I was running on very little steam. I’m just so tired.
In 2015, I had three different jobs and lived under three different roofs. Have you ever been on one of those really crappy roller coasters where you get jostled around side to side and forward and back because it doesn’t run smoothly? That’s how this entire year felt to me.
But even the crappy roller coasters have their high points and 2015 wasn’t a total wash. I made a lot of personal and professional progress, scored awesome opportunities and – although I hardly felt that way in March – losing my job with CNS was the best thing that ever happened to me because it brought me to some of the most amazing people I’ve ever had the fortune to call friends. I even took my first weeks of vacation, ever (though, admittedly, I worked remotely for all of them) and I finally took F on a trip.
I don’t do New Years Resolutions, but as 2016 draws nearer I find myself feeling hope and positivity for the upcoming months. Perhaps it will be as shaky as 2015. Perhaps it will be totally uneventful. Likely it will be both, and that’s OK. I just hope there’s more stability, fewer job titles and more laughter and love and light.
And those last three? They’re up to me.