Raise your hand if 2015 went exactly as planned.
Yeah, me neither! I was sure this was going to be MY year where I accomplished or at least set off on my biggest life dreams. Instead I spent 90% of the year on the couch with an ice pack on my head trying to balance my migraines alongside my mental health.
That’s the way it goes, sometimes, or a lot of the time. But that’s okay because we get second chances, and third chances, and fourth. Pretty much the only thing we have to do at any given time is survive, and if we can do that then there’s hope for tomorrow.
I reread a favourite book recently, The Flying Troutmans by Miriam Toews (read it – it is pure magic!). At one point in the book one of the characters says (I’m paraphrasing here) that no matter what happens, it’s comforting to know that everything coming in our future will land on a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday.
I find that comforting. We can count on things like calendar days, the sun rising and setting, and life always being a giant mess of good things and bad things and okay things and awesome things.
There’s hope for 2016 and it most likely won’t go according to plan. You never know, it might be the best year we’ve ever had. It’s possible! We have no freaking idea and that’s okay. That’s what makes life fun.
I’ll be here in 2016 and I hope you will be too. Merry Christmas, happy holidays, whatever you do or don’t celebrate, I’m so glad you’re here with me. That’s all that matters. We’re here, we’re surviving, and tomorrow is on the horizon.
*PUGS AND KISSES!*