I have never met a year so widely despised as 2016. Every time I get online it seems there is something new to blame on that silly string of numbers: Dear 2016, why you gotta do me like that?
This whole year, according to the internet, has been the worst. It has been one thing after another, tragedy upon tragedy. A girl can’t even catch her breath. People are counting down the days until the year is over, praying 2017 brings relief from the horror.
I understand. I’ve spent the majority of this year striving against the hardships, wishing for a different kind of life than the one I’m living now.
It’s easy, I think, to focus on the tragedies. Why is it that bad things seem so much more substantial than the good?
Because if I take a step back to see this year for all it has held—triumph, tragedy, and everything in between—2016 has had its fair share of beautiful moments. In fact, one might even say that 2016 was Bucket List material.
In 2016, I tried snowboarding for the first time. When I wasn’t any good at that, I tried skiing instead. And since I was already well on my way to the Winter Olympics, I took figure skating classes and learned how to twirl. I’m still a little ungraceful and haven’t managed a waltz jump yet, but I’ve accomplished my goal of dancing on ice.
I’ve had random first-time adventures with friends. Like eating out of a taco truck with Dave, rolling down that huge hill at the Reservoir with Makayla, and letting Stephen steer me around a pond in a little rowboat with a motor attached.
I went to Mexico.
I got my first apartment.
I finally learned to hold my own in Call of Duty.
I met the New York Times Bestselling Author that I’ve been following since the unsung Book One.
I read an unpublished manuscript and told the author how she could make it stronger. (Y’all remember the name Annie Sullivan. Her stories are going to be on shelves one day and you don’t want to miss out.)
I visited the Columbus Museum of Art.
I fired an official FBI handgun.
I completed my Goodreads Reading Challenge with four days to spare.
I gained a niece, a nephew, a sister-in-law, and four perfect little cousins.
How could I ever convince myself that 2016 was anything less than beautiful?
Because I wrenched my knee while attempting to snowboard?
Because I sprawled out across the ice more times than I care to count?
Because I failed at crossovers and spent an afternoon limping through Walmart?
Because I missed a whole string of flights and spent the night in the Charlotte airport?
Because the latest draft of my novel is not anywhere close to where the story needs to be?
Because I don’t have any control over what is going on in the world around me?
These are mere side effects of being alive in the world. But I am alive, and that’s a gift. If I fail at something it means that I’ve tried. If I keep persisting it means that I’m slowly getting better.
I can look at this year and hate it for all the ways it was not so good, or I can choose to celebrate the moments where I accomplished something, no matter how small.
Personally, I’m going to choose joy. I’m going to choose thankfulness. I’m going to choose celebration.
No, I am not out of the woods yet, but you know what? It’s kind of magical here.
While I’m not much of one for New Year’s Resolutions or the ever-popular Word of the Year, I think it’s safe to say I’ll be making gratitude a theme for 2017.
Because I am tired of living a life this full while letting myself believe that it’s empty.
Here’s to 2016.
Here’s to a lifetime of moments such as these.
And here’s to learning to cherish them.
Hi Rebekah! I just ordered your book “Redefining the Purpose of Singlehood” from Amazon. I saw 5 star reviews. I want to make sure your book will be as helpful or more to me as a 24 yr old as well as teenagers. I want an age appropriate book for me on Singlehood. Thanks for responding!
Happy New Year Sister!
I would say it is definitely written more for teenagers, but the overall message of living Beyond Waiting should resonate with older singles too. I’m actually working on the more age appropriate title, so if Beyond Waiting isn’t what you wanted it to be, I have a solution in the works.