A lot of people are ending the year by telling 2016 to “go suck it”, and frankly I thought about doing just that. But if I’m really honest with myself, that wouldn’t be fair. To use a very trite metaphor, this year was a roller coaster, filled with ups and downs, highs and lows, good and not-so-good. In the grand scheme of things, I can hardly complain, even though there were some moments I’d rather erase from history.
For me, this was a year of discovery. Not change or rebirth exactly. Maybe more like rebuilding. I inadvertently tried a lot of new things, and I say it like that because most of it happened without planning or even meaning to do it, which is very unlike me.
I started off 2016 with all of the fear and uncertainty that normally hits me right after the holidays when I realize I spent several weeks screwing around and not accomplishing anything and now I have an obligation to be responsible and productive again. Work goals usually take a front seat in the early months, and they definitely did this year, but I was able to squeeze in a new tradition: Trivia Night. The routine of it was comforting and it was a great way to break up the week with something fun to look forward to.
We had the standard run of birthdays, starting right in January, my dad celebrated his 75th in April, and then I had an epic bash at the end of May.
I spent a respectable amount of time writing this year, burning up April and May with blogging challenges. And somewhere in that timeframe, I decided I was ready to date! It went well, and even though I experienced some of the crazier parts of the online dating scene, I view it overall as a positive step forward.
With the beginning of the summer, though, I was already in the mood for a break from dating (or so I told myself). Besides, I had the cruise of a lifetime to prepare for, and I must say, it was one of the best vacations I’ve ever had. Coming back to reality at the end of June was rough and unfortunately the month rounded out with tragedy. My dad passed away on the 28th of June, and that set the stage for a rather somber remainder to the summer.
Then September hit, and with it the birth of “Hate Paint”. Lots of wine drinking, a near-miss hurricane, a trip to EPCOT, and a good try at Halloween followed. And hidden in the midst of all of that, I dipped my foot back into the dating pool. By mid-November, I realized I was falling in love. “So quickly?” you may ask. But to me it feels like it took a really long time!
On October 23rd I posted a blog entry stating, “I’m happy, and things are good…” That was my last posting, until now, and what a great reason to slack off in the writing department. I was busy going to dinner and the movies, Mizner Park, Atlantic Avenue, and even Key Largo, all with someone whose company I was beginning to crave more and more.
It was a fantastic feeling, knowing there was someone looking forward to seeing me on weekends and days off. Someone who could choose to be anywhere else but instead chose to spend time with me. And while I worried along the way, I stayed true to the promise from my last blog post and did my best to just go with it and enjoy.
Falling in love was unexpected and wonderful and worrisome all at once, and to me, this is the definition of life. The events of this year, whether positive or negative, have brought me to where I am right at this moment, and I have to believe this is exactly where I am meant to be.
Thanksgiving came and went as did Chanukah and Christmas, and now, it is the last day of the year, which is directly connected to the first day of the year, with no breaks, no pauses, no interruptions and no time to waste. I embrace it because for me there is no other option.
Will I make new memories? Absolutely.
Will I screw up a bunch of times? I always do.
Will I continue to grow? For sure.
Will there be pain? Inevitably.
Will there be joy? I hope so.
Will I try and do my best every day? I will.
Will I write about it along the way? Yup!