2017 was the worst year of my life. I got sick on NYE and  that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the year.  Throughout December, I reflected on ALL of the pain I experienced this year. It really fucking sucked to relive those memories and emotions, but I found my silver lining.

When I think of 2017, I think of loss.  Yes, I lost a relationship, but worst of all, I lost myself.  The woman I once was is gone, and she’s not coming back.  And not to sound vain, but that is traumatic to me.  I liked me.  I had worked so hard on her.  I mourn for her.  This year left me feeling hollow. But I’ve decided to stop feeling devastated by that.  2017 didn’t just leave me “hollowed out”, it created space within me.

2018 isn’t about resurrecting my old self.  Its about giving birth to the new me.  Rising as a new woman.  This year, my resolution is to rise from the ashes.  I don’t exactly know what that’s going to look like, but it’s going to be good.  I don’t need the pressure of a specific goal.  I am just going to listen to myself and give myself plenty of love and nurturing along the way.  I’m going to put all the extra space within myself to good use.

So, Happy New Year, wherever you are.  And don’t forget the wise words of Henry Ford: “When everything seems to be going against you, remember the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.”