2015 said hello and good-bye.
2014 remains vivid in my mind. However, 2015 almost feels like both a blur and a pristine, colorful Picasso painting. Is this an indication of my ever-so-growing 40-year-old soul? Apparently, my coffee choice is telling of such. I took a survey in early January, and my refined taste and perfectionist nature is reflected in my choice--an Americano.
2015 was as eventful as 2014, just in a different sense.Through the ups and downs, I have gained valuable experiences. While I may have lost a bit of my starry-eyed youth, I have instead cultivated greater resilience. In the midst of every trough and peak, my fervor to leave a positive impact and to pursue my dreams never died. Discouraged--yes--dead--no.
All in all, 2015 was a year of beautiful...pause...growing pains. Beautiful and pain almost never co-exist in the same sentence, but I view my experience thus far to be synonymous with silver being refined or gold being purified by its master. With the salty tears and hill-top frustrations also came boisterous laughs, shy giggles, and mountainous gratitude. These words best encapsulate my 2015. Sure, there were moments of extreme heartache, but I am thankful to have trekked this path. Along the way, I learned to pull myself back and realign my vision: Was I doing things to be _____ (noun)? Or was I pursuing them because I wanted to ________ (verb)?
So, here's a cheer to all the folks who helped me reel it back in and learn to deal with the punches as they were flung at me. The biggest thank you to:
Meesoh, Amanda, Paula, Jeanette, Michael, Ashley, Crystal, Angel,
Mark Bonavia (he will never read this, but I love this man! Thank you, Mark, for enduring my craziness and being patient with me.),
Y.P., R.D., Shawn, Jon, M.W.,
Karlo , Jim Jim, Michael Sam, Josue, Brian, Kevin,
and my Fam Bam.
I suppose this is a true adieu to you, 2015. It was good while it lasted. I won't forget you.