2016 was the worst year of my life.
It will always be.
Only one thing could happen to me that could top that but I am not going to entertain that thought.
2017 was a fog. I was surviving.
2018 was the year that I need to stop surviving and start to live again.
When 2018 started, I had a feeling that things were going to be very different by the end of the year.
I was right.
(Funny how that happens…)
Was 2018 a bad year for me?
Yes and no.
There was a lot of death. I lost my grandmother and two friends.
The year was full of hard lessons.
I had to learn that people and things are not always what they purport themselves to be.
I had to learn that I need to look for internal rewards and not to look externally.
I had to learn to release and let go.
I had to learn to live again and make decisions on the direction of my life.
I had shit thrown at me.
But I survived it. And I am smarter for it.
I learned what was really important.
Seriously, I am 40-year-old woman, who has been to Hell and back and I have a small child dependent on me. It was time for me to focus on what was important.
Last year I didn’t write much in December. I was beginning to think this year was going to be the same. However, I think over the next couple of weeks, as part of the releasing process, I am going to write posts about what I am leaving behind in 2018.
Kind of like a farewell rock tour but less cooler. A lot less cooler.
I am going to take all the negativity that was thrown my way, put it on an imaginary Viking funeral Ship, light it on fire (again, imaginary. I don’t want to blamed for starting any fires.) and send it off.
If you have anything you need to release before we begin 2019, I invite you to put them on the imaginary Viking funeral ship.