I’ve never so felt so at a loss for words… I guess 2016 has taken a lot of them from me. The last year’s worth of experiences life threw at me were unexpected with a touch of bliss, yet completely exhausting all at the same time. I feel as though I've known more heartache in the last 365 days than I ever expected to. I know each experience either teaches, enhances who I am, or grows a new part of me; so I can’t really complain.
It always seems as though by the end of each year, everyone is drained and ready for a fresh start. I’ve been blessed enough to say that in my twenty years of life, that feeling has never hit me until this year. While for some, these past 365 will bleed into the next, and for others January 1st will be an entirely new canvas, a new start.
Why is it that a new year gives us this feeling? It’s just different day, a different number. Maybe we created this feeling through our own natural human instincts to find hope. Hope for something we think we’re looking for, or hope for some unexpected dirt path to pop up alongside the life road we paved for ourselves.
The new year is a time to look back at what has happened to reminisce in the good memories, to feel grateful for the fact that they happened to you.
It’s also a time to look forward into a future you may or may not be sure of. While a scary thought, I think that’s necessary. We’ll all fear the unknown and that’s okay. As long as we remember to embrace the uncertainties in a way that won’t drag us down, but rather help us to grow and achieve our own potential.
Choose what you do with the time of your life.
