Dear 2017,
Although this year was tricky, I think it’s safe to say I've learned. The beginning started off easy enough. I eased into this year with some sort of goal. A plan to help me get to where I wanted to be, and I was content.
Then, time progressed, and things began to change. I turned older and looked around to see there was a shift in the people around me. They left altogether or changed with time. Either way, it signaled that things would never be the same. That didn’t mean an entirely bad thing, it just meant that my world was evolving.
With the evolution, there came the realization. There were things that made sense at the time- being comfortable or safe. Routines. It was starting to get blended all together, and I started to think about what I wanted. Some goals remained and others began to change.
There was loss. Heartache from loss. My family’s gathered strength through that loss made me feel even more sure that I could take risks in the one thing we only get to have once: life. I garnered strength of my own and felt less afraid and more certain. Less comfortable in routines. More comfortable with risks.
So, 2017, you taught me many things yet there were things you took away from me that I will never be able to forget. You made all the goals I envisioned seem like stepping stones to something greater. Something I didn’t expect to want or need.
I was angry with you, I cried because of you.
But I learned and grew because of you too.
Maybe it was supposed to happen this way.
2017, you were the year that took and gave, then gave and took again. Yet, I think you were the turning point: if I fail or succeed in the next year, I can say that 2017 was the Turning Point year. I still have some ways to go as far as this life is concerned, but I will never forget you…
I will never be the same because of you.
So, 2017, don’t take this letter as an attack. Take this letter as acknowledgement and acceptance. Take this letter as understanding and development. Take this letter as gain and loss. Take this letter as happy and sad. Take this letter as new and old. But take this letter as my truth. As my transformation.
Meditation.
Reincarnation.
Win or lose, I will have no regrets to linger upon. I will have no more doubts to nurse.
I will only have the hope of tomorrow.
My Truth Sincerely to You,
Jessica