It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…
Charles Dickens summed up how I feel about this year.
Highlights and lowlights:
High: Love doesn’t die.
Low: My children don’t like the above Christmas card
High: I don’t really care 🙂
Low: We emptied and sold a house, hauling and selling stuff every weekend for four months
High: We became a multi-generational family. It’s better than I ever thought it could be
Low: Four major appliances broke
High: We have Brendaen
High: We almost have a finished basement!
High: We didn’t get divorced during this process 🙂
High: I shocked myself and hired a woman to clean our home for two hours during the month of December. And I have all sorts of thoughts about this. It shall be written! #2017post
Low: Grief is not linear. Loss hangs over you and hits hard at the oddest times.
High: Friends and family. You hold me together.
Low: So many well-intentioned blog posts didn’t get written.
Poor time management?
No, the other one.
Higher than a kite: In April, New York ICM literary agent Zoe Sandler called and made all my dreams come true. I have not written about this publicly yet. Hold on to your earrings, ’cause I’m still freaking out.
Low: Publishing houses apparently aren’t worried about my self-esteem #boatloadofrejection
High: Zoe is the best.
High: This is the book deal year. I can feel it . #please?
Low: “Mom, no more hashtags!”
Low: “And stop with the emoji’s!”
Low: Read some duds, too.
High: There was soccer and basketball and swimming and running and piano and singing and chores and Netflix and cows and driving and did I mention soccer?
Low: My running suffered.
High: Running saved me.
Shout out to good health and running buddies!
Low: Faith was tested
High: Staying in the boat
Low or a High? Our country voted Donald Trump as our next president. #what?! If we’re Facebook friends, you know how I feel 🙂
High: I get to teach the best A&P class ever. We dissect pickles.
Life was good and life was hard. The year felt short and some days felt forever long. I cried a lot. And laughed a lot, too.
If 2016 taught me anything, it’s that tomorrow can change in a second. SEE. FEEL. HEAR. TOUCH. RIGHT NOW, in the present, all that you love most.
Questions swirl in my brain as I look forward to a new year:
Will Cope go to college?
Will my boy like me again?
Are all teens surly while seeking independence from their mothers? Theoretically speaking…
Is Brynne growing up too fast?
Will Paige still hold my hand?
Will I get a book deal?
Am I good enough? #sayyes
Should I let my hair go gray? #chicken
Will I master a consistently clean house?
That was a joke.
Tonight is the winter solstice, the longest night of the year. Tomorrow the earth will begin to spin toward greater light. Literally. This makes me giddy. There is light ahead! As a born and often unrealistic optimist (my best quality 🙂 ) I’m holding out hope.
“… it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period…”– Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Merry Christmas, friends. See you in the new year!