I’m not much of a resolution maker but I do like to review each year, take a moment to count the many blessings and move forward into the new year with the intent to improve my life on all fronts.
Lemme tell ya something, 2015 can kiss my ass.
This does not mean that I do not recognize or appreciate 2015 because it was in this year that I found friends I didn’t even know I had. The support of my friends, my family and even the support of my industry still fills me with overwhelming gratitude. I appreciate that never, not even once, did I ever feel fear for my life. I had 100% faith that my team medical professionals, particularly my oncologist, had my back and would see me through ‘the cancer’ and get me to ‘the healthy’ again. I appreciate the luxury of having a warm, cozy bed that I could build into my safe little cocoon as the chemo obliterated my cancer. I am thankful that I was able to continue working throughout treatment and still take off the time that I needed to mend from both surgical procedures. I am filled with pride when I look at my two littles, my very nurturing and helpful children who did everything in their power to help me pull through treatment and eternally grateful when I think of not-my-husband and all the extra obligations that came with having a sick spouse, he was already dad and provider but had to become mom, driver, housekeeper, peacekeeper, cook and chief bottle-washer. He’s stuck with me now. No way could I ever get rid of that gem, no matter how loud he snores.
I am grateful for the year 2015 but now – get the fuck out. Arrivederci. Adios. Auf Wiedersehen. Au Revoir. Tchau. Totsiens.
2016 will be the best year of my life. Of that, I am certain.