I’m not a believer in all this “New Year, New Me” crap. When the clock strikes midnight, things aren’t going to magically change. Life isn’t a Cinderella story and I’ve never morphed into the clean eating, fitness addict I always promised myself. I’m not making any New Years resolutions but do hope that 2017 has better things in store for me.
I could write to my heart’s content about how shit 2016 has been for me but I don’t want anyone to click unfollow. I’ve shed enough tears to last a lifetime and considered taking shares in Kleenex. Amongst the pain and sadness, there has been some sunshine as I’ve learnt some vital lessons that have helped make me a better person;
No one is spared illness or disability. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would be diagnosed with a chronic illness. I always thought that was something which happened to other people. I will never take my body for granted and in between white chocolate, Hobnobs and late nights, I will treat it with the respect it deserves.
I’ve been through some really horrible times in my life but never gave myself credit for coping so well. My eyes have been opened to how strong I am. This shit storm has given me a new found confidence that’s taken twenty nine years to surface. I’m not always a ray of sunshine (far from it if anyone has been unfortunate enough to speak to me over the festive period) but I have a new and improved outlook on life that I’ll proudly carry with me.
I know who I can rely on and who is there for me when things get tough. It can be a hard lesson to learn but everyone gets a crash course at some point. Quality over quantity has never been truer.
You can’t predict what life has in store. I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and I hope in a couple of years, I’ll look back at 2016 and know why things happened the way they did. At the moment, I’m still wading through the tidal waves of “Why me?!” but I’ll get there, one step at a time.
I have a lot in store for 2017. There’s a holiday to Vegas, lots going on at work, 30th birthday celebrations and weddings galore. I know my bladder doesnt have sight of my social calendar so I’m hoping she plays nice this year.
I hope you all have a happy and healthy 2017. Here’s to starting a new chapter in the book we call life. The pages haven’t been written yet so let’s hope in twelve months time, it tells a good story.
ps. My IC friendly cheesecake turned out pretty well on Christmas Day. I had forgotten just how good cheesecake tasted and after three slices, my fork was reluctantly taken off me!