I've been told that there will be years that ask questions, and years that answer them. Years that are good, years that are bad, and years that are great. Years that challenge you and years where things fall in to place.
2014, you challenged me. You knocked me down and picked me back up over and over again. I could never predict you, outsmart you or prepare for you. We had some extreme highs and some extreme lows.
Damn it, you were exhausting. But I learned a lot from you.
An endless winter. An amazing (but very stressful) job. Visits to Wisconsin and weekends in Minnesota. Allergic reactions. A trip to China. A very dislocated shoulder. Unbelievably supportive friends. Endless visits to the physical therapist (currently on month seven, ya'all). Camping, concerts and doctor bills. And all the other bills. Weddings, babies and thankfully no funerals. Big scary changes and "it's about time" changes that are still dragging their feet. Allergic reactions galore. Weekends in Seattle, Vegas and NYC. Budgeting and saving money, and then booking a yoga trip to Costa Rica with that saved money. More allergic reactions. Lactose intolerance. Finally being able to do a headstand again (yay!) Signing up for yoga teacher training. Fights and makeups. Complete and total fear and doubt, mixed with days of power, confidence and certainty. Good days and bad.
Even until the bitter end, 2014, you really tested me. As I wrote this post, it was 12:10 a.m. on New Year's Day, and I was finishing this post from my bed. A full-blown allergic reaction on New Year's Eve? Needless to say, I popped some Benadryl and said goodbye to you, 2014. You were a worthy adversary, but I daresay, I'm over you.
Cheers, 2015. I see some good things ahead...
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