2017, you can…. well, I’ll censor myself

I survived 2017!

At least for the title. 2017  you can just go fuck right off. I mean, let’s  be honest, 2016 was a shit show too. It was like two solid years of utter bullshit and misery. So much loss and sadness and change. I just wasn’t sad to see 2017 go. I was never so happy to be wrapped up in my 19 blankets, watching Moana with my sons and grateful that I actually made it out of the year with more scars.

2017  sucked. It really sucked. BUT it was also a year of discovery. A year for ME. I found my voice, started new things and I am a whole new person.

Yesterday, I sat here for a while trying to write a big 2017, you can go to hell post but the words escaped me over and over. I just don’t have it in me anymore to be angry. The angry only hurts me. It feels better to laugh about it and think, “holy shit, I made it”. Because I did. I made it. And I grew a lot. As weird as it sounds, I can only thank that my life imploded for the growth I gained.

I don’t have any resolutions for 2018. Of course, I think a good many of us say that then hope for growth or change or wealth or whatever. What I really want? Is to stay happy. I still stumble. December, in general, was tough for me. I don’t love Christmas like I think a lot of people do. It’s a lot of pressure for me with work and the kids. And there was this looming reminder of what had happened just a year before. But unlike times ago, I took to myself, took deep breaths, found an outlet and got through it without much gloom.  Somehow I got through it without the same broken thoughts; was able to say what I needed and for the most part, I got it. We had a beautiful Christmas tree and I have a beautiful family who loved every moment of Christmas. There is nothing to complain about.

So keeping this short and sweet, I wish you all a Happy New Year. I hope it’s everything you want and hope. May you have peace and happiness and get through whatever valley or journey you are in. I hope the best for you… well most of you. Some of you?  You can step on a Lego.

Here is to a great 2018! May it #suckalittleless (that’s my favorite hashtag ever).

 


Hi! I’m Gail, the voice behind Mimicking Motherhood. I started blogging after the birth of my 2nd child as a way to connect with far away family. Things have definitely changed since then. Now, mama to five, this is a place to help connect with other mothers, who feel like me.I love to make and write all while trying to figure out how to be myself in the world of anxiety and depression. Glad you stopped by.

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