Once again, I find myself at the end of another year. Physically and mentally exhausted, I’m grateful for the opportunity to turn the calendar to a fresh start. I’ll be honest with you, internets, 2011’s been a real sack of shit.
Yet despite everything — the past 12 (let’s be honest, 18) months of loss, agony and heartbreak — I find myself unable to say it’s all been for nought. Bookending each nightmare has been things for which I am truly thankful: the constant reminders that there are people in the world who love me. The knowledge that everything hurts less with time. Gaining the confidence in myself to know that no matter how bad things get, I’ll come back swinging. Plus, what I’m sure will be the ongoing theme in my life: [almost] everything is hilarious if you want to look at it that way. I do.
So thanks, 2011. If anything, you’ve put me in a place where I have no capacity to feel shame, and taught me that there’s no reason to fear failure.
2012 will be great. (Or not; I probably just jinxed it.)