I know I just posted that I'm grateful for 2015. And I am. But now that 2015 is over and I no longer have to think about just surviving the year, I would like to say something out loud:
Screw you, 2015.
Okay. Moving on. 2016, you don't have to do much to top 2015. Pretty much, if no one in my immediate family dies, you'll be better than 2015*. If I don't spend the entire month of November wanting to kill people / crawl in a hole and die, you'll be better than 2015. If I don't have to deconstruct everything that makes me me, all the while wondering if my marriage is going to crumble and I'm going to lose access to my kids, you'll be better than 2015.
Though if we could keep the personal inner growth thing going, that'd be great. We don't want to toss the baby out with the bath water, as they say.
So, welcome 2016. Thank you for coming.
*I don't want to be unclear - no one in my immediate family died in 2015. But leaving the Mormon church FELT like a death. An end. A rejection. A deep, gut-wrenching sadness. The only parallel I can think of is a death.
2 comments:
Oh Tamra--i'm so sorry that 2015 was such a brutal year. That is something I love about the new year. For all of the blah weather and grayness in January, there is something really therapeutic about the concept of a new, fresh start. I really hope that 2016 is full of more peace, joy, and happiness for you and your family. And by the way, what was the one book you've already read? Was it the cleaning book?! Jared and I just dejunked our closet yesterday and it felt so good!
No, it wasn't the cleaning book. That's still on hold! It must be popular. We have been decluttering anyway, cause I love doing it.
I'm now done with 2 books: Navigating Mormon Faith Crisis, and Yes, Please by Amy Poehler.
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