How can it be December 2017 already?
I mean really; how did the year go past so fast?
It only seems like a few weeks ago I woke up wondering what a new year will bring and somehow it has unfolded in a series of highs and lows that have led me back to a place where I’m about to ask myself the same question again.
Seriously. Has 2017 been a fast-moving year for anyone else out there?
I won’t go into details about how I’ve spent the last 11 months as the right words seem to escape me as much as the calendar days of 2017 have however I can summarise it as a year of life, death and rebirth. The later being a work in progress.
I have said goodbye to too many for the final time and been reminded to appreciate what I have and who is prepared to share it with me.
I’ve been judged harshly by some who I thought knew me best and witnessed a dark side of human nature I didn’t think existed in those close to me.
I’ve been honest to a fault which has surprised some and although this has resulted in their rethinking of our relationship I have no regrets.
The lessons this year’s losses have taught me include while remaining silent may avoid confrontation it is unhelpful when the truth is needed, grief is natural, life should never be taken for granted and true love lives forever.
I could let the lows of the year darken my own mood however the human kindness extended to me as I’ve ridden the rollercoaster ride of the last 334 days can not be ignored and I choose them to highlight in my recap of life events; if only in my mind.
Many years ago, I penned a new year’s poem that I think it is time to revisit.
Who knows what next year will bring?
There could be laughter
We could sing.
There could be sorrow
There could be pain
But I pray to God
The years are not the same.
(Jillian Doyle 1984)