2016 went down as my tumultuous, bipolar year of some sorts: with the highest of highs and lowest of lows. It was probably the kind of year Charles Dickens’ was thinking of when he wrote, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” because yes, it sure was.
Physical wellness took a nose dive the very first quarter of the year. An omen perhaps of the things to come. That spec of dust, which changed me forever.
Then there was an emotional rollercoaster I jumped on in March.
Friendship is one of the best gifts ever. I could not elaborate more, but slowing down a little in May spent with an angel…”my angel” I should say, was beautiful enough to restore a weary soul. My family, my work, and my Sunrise as usual were my source of pride and joy. My Sunrise, always shining in many, many wonderful ways than one, always leaving me wondering the next things that this life would bring in every moment. They are always the testament of God’s love – a covenant through a rainbow. (Oh yes! I saw one during the last afternoon of 2016 and early morning of 2017! 💙)
So cheers to 2016! The year I probably cried more than any other in my life. Tears of pain, tears of joy (a crazy amount of) tears of pride…you name it! It was the year of hurting and learning. It was my year of transformation and self awareness. I met the new version of myself. And if a beautiful sunrise is a good sign, well 2017, you’ve got me!