How long and yet how short this year has been. I have found and fell for it..twice. I have lost and regained it...once. I have continued to believe in it...restlessly.
Facebook has given us applications that have summed up our year in a nice little package to share with our friends. Each radio station has a top 10, 15, 20, or 100 list of the most played songs of the year. Tumblr has a follow forever thread that goes around adding or not adding your name to those that have brought you this years memories of your favorite fandoms and funny or heartfelt pics. In essence, everyone shuts down the year, in their own way, with memories and thoughts that brought them laughter and pain. I was no different.
I was sitting at work, on Wednesday, contemplating my evening and texting a dear friend that lives in the frigid north ;-) She told me, "Put your hand over your heart...that is what matters." And she was right. I needed to remember that I had a beating heart that had emotions and feelings and they could be hurt, but it didn't have to bother me unless I allowed it. This year has been not necessarily the best or the worst of my life.
But...it was completely memorable.
I made deeper connections with old friends, and new connections with new friends.
I watched my heart get torn in two, in which I had to mend it back with my own strength.
I watched myself fall for an unconventional person who has made my life that much more bright.
I watched the world pass me by in the bottom of a valley and slow down at the top of the mountain.
I watched so many beautiful and wonderful things happen, that it all seems as though I didn't take enough time to stop and enjoy them.
I hope that I did. I hope that I gave enough credence to those things that gave me a reason to smile and hope and laugh and love, and I hope that I was able to express myself a little more clearly in all things this year.
The untried year... I have a sinking suspicion that this year is going to be better and harder than the last. Why? because growing pains hurt. The stretching and aching of ourselves to new things and new ways hurts. The bending and contorting of our souls and hearts to allow others in and let some go hurt. The graciousness that sometimes we lack, in being who we are because we know that to truly be ourselves is our defining glory, hurts. I think this year, this untried year, is going to be epic.
And I think that I am ready. I think that God has given me enough people to help curb the hurt. I think that I am ready to embark on this untried year.
Happy New Year, friends and family. Be blessed beyond your wildest dreams, and if you make a new year's resolution...stick with it or don't, because at the end of the day January 1st is the same as the 2nd and the 3rd and the 4th...and so on. It is just a day in which we get to do new and exciting things. It is just another day that doesn't define us. We define us...Let us make each day an untried day as we embark on this untried year. *Cheers*
Facebook has given us applications that have summed up our year in a nice little package to share with our friends. Each radio station has a top 10, 15, 20, or 100 list of the most played songs of the year. Tumblr has a follow forever thread that goes around adding or not adding your name to those that have brought you this years memories of your favorite fandoms and funny or heartfelt pics. In essence, everyone shuts down the year, in their own way, with memories and thoughts that brought them laughter and pain. I was no different.
I was sitting at work, on Wednesday, contemplating my evening and texting a dear friend that lives in the frigid north ;-) She told me, "Put your hand over your heart...that is what matters." And she was right. I needed to remember that I had a beating heart that had emotions and feelings and they could be hurt, but it didn't have to bother me unless I allowed it. This year has been not necessarily the best or the worst of my life.
But...it was completely memorable.
I made deeper connections with old friends, and new connections with new friends.
I watched my heart get torn in two, in which I had to mend it back with my own strength.
I watched myself fall for an unconventional person who has made my life that much more bright.
I watched the world pass me by in the bottom of a valley and slow down at the top of the mountain.
I watched so many beautiful and wonderful things happen, that it all seems as though I didn't take enough time to stop and enjoy them.
I hope that I did. I hope that I gave enough credence to those things that gave me a reason to smile and hope and laugh and love, and I hope that I was able to express myself a little more clearly in all things this year.
The untried year... I have a sinking suspicion that this year is going to be better and harder than the last. Why? because growing pains hurt. The stretching and aching of ourselves to new things and new ways hurts. The bending and contorting of our souls and hearts to allow others in and let some go hurt. The graciousness that sometimes we lack, in being who we are because we know that to truly be ourselves is our defining glory, hurts. I think this year, this untried year, is going to be epic.
And I think that I am ready. I think that God has given me enough people to help curb the hurt. I think that I am ready to embark on this untried year.
Happy New Year, friends and family. Be blessed beyond your wildest dreams, and if you make a new year's resolution...stick with it or don't, because at the end of the day January 1st is the same as the 2nd and the 3rd and the 4th...and so on. It is just a day in which we get to do new and exciting things. It is just another day that doesn't define us. We define us...Let us make each day an untried day as we embark on this untried year. *Cheers*
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