You were good to me. We began auspiciously and you helped me work through a lot of shit. I feel like an entirely different person than I was a year ago. I'm definitely a happier person than I was this time last year.
Sometimes I felt a little sheepish about that. You haven't been so kind to some of my people, or the world at large. It's been hard to watch them struggle. It's been hard to turn on the news. Instead of feeling guilty, I realized that this is just how things go. Some years are easier than others. Maybe surviving the shit years makes the rest seem easier.
I was talking to my mom recently. I don't even quite remember what were were talking about. I know I was being self deprecating about something in my life and said, "And look at what that's gotten me..." My mom, without hesitation, said, "Yes, the life you want." I responded, "Yeah, I guess" and it took a couple of days for it to sink in. She was right.
This is the life I want. It's messy and there are parts of it that I wish were easier but it's also beautiful and it's all mine. I've worked really hard for it. I'm proud of that.
So, thank you, 2015. I'm looking forward to more of the same in 2016.