the year of lost things & found things

Every year, as the end of December closes in, I feel as though I am reaching the finish line staggering, and out of breath. The last handful of years, I see the start of a new calendar year as a refresh, sort of like clearing your browser history and cache. I have felt alone in my struggles through each year as I look around at others' recaps. I miss the days when I used to read (and enjoy) blogs. I miss the days when friends I made through blogging used to blog. I would read their summaries of the year that ended and feel as though I was alone in having a difficult, struggling year. I gave up hope that the next (new) year would bring about more happiness, because things always just tended to pile up on top of what was already a suffocating weight on my shoulders.However with the end of 2016 I can finally say I am not alone. I don't know what the heck was going on, but I don't believe anyone had a good 2016. I'm not talking about the astonishing amount of celebrity deaths (of those there were way too many), but my own friends and their personal struggles, the rest of the world and all of the horrid, awful, evil things that have been going on. Loss of innocence, and hope, and a general loss of positive anything when you look online.I left facebook for a while. I left twitter for a while. I went back on both, but I have very limited access because I removed apps from my phone. I mostly update facebook through instagram - the one social media platform that brought me joy. Until it didn't - when they removed chronological order for posts. I don't get that AT all. I don't browse it as much anymore. I just post my own photos.  I like their filters at least.And I was struggling myself. Between all the negative in the world, and bad things happening to good people, and not being able to fix problems of others with a magic wand (I wish), I was drowning in an ocean of grey, and apathy. I was fading as a person. I was questioning everything - who I was, why I should live, why hope for anything.And I couldn't stomach that feeling, or those questions anymore. I knew I needed to do something. Anything. I needed to finish this story and start a new one.And so I did.I held my breath. I took a leap. I took a chance. And I was suddenly less lost than I was earlier in the year. And you know, using the leap/jump metaphor isn't an easy one for me. But I needed to associate leaping off the edge of something with thoughts that were less horrific than a man jumping off a building and almost hitting me. I needed to associate taking that leap with something positive, and courageous. I quit my job because I couldn't find ME anymore within the walls of that office, or cubicle. I have been working at the bookstore for a month now and I can't recall when I was last happy like this.Leaping is now about courage, and passion, and realizing dreams, and less about death and trauma and fear.I don't want to go into 2017 holding on to the fear that has been surrounding me the past three years. I want to start 2017 with the joy of sharing my joy with others. And this is what I found with the scary, difficult decisions I made in the fall.I was so lost, but I refused to stay lost. In taking chances, and making life a little less comfortable financially, I found myself again and I feel as though I can finish putting the still broken parts of myself back together.I have zero idea what 2017 will bring. I am not convinced that it will be a better year than 2016. It does have the added bonus of not being an even-numbered year. (You all know how much I do not like even numbers!) There is still so much lost out there, and I think that perhaps the world needs a little more courage to take the leaps it needs to take to be found again. Cheesy, I know. But I think more people need to focus on what can make themselves, and others, heal and find their paths, rather than settle for what is taken for granted as "well, that's just how it is." Life isn't like that anymore. Life isn't something you settle for. You need to take your leaps and find your answers. Spread happiness. Spread kindness. Spread joy. It might mean you won't feel as lost as you thought you were.-----In 2016 -I didn't read nearly as much as I thought I would. 45/50 books in my challenge. Many of those in December were picture books, or early readers.I quit my job.I got a tattoo.I decorated my Happy Planner every week since the end of June. I took an hour or two every Sunday to update the week ahead and used colours that I was feeling at the time. It was a healthy dose of crafty therapy that I desperately needed.I went back to therapy.I sang in a band, in front of people. It was amazing.I blogged more than I had in the past, but still not very much. Turns out I didn't blog at all in May.I lost two friends too soon, who made the world spark. I could only go to one memorial.We moved Jinx's Garden and grew our first ever watermelons. It was nice.I got a bird feeder and watched birds in my backyard.I turned 40.I realized I needed to change my life or I would drown.I changed my life. I started a new story. I ended the year happier than I have been in a long time.-----Happy new year, internet. I hope it's a better one than the one before.

Find your happy place.