Over the past few weeks I’ve read dozens of genuinely inspiring (and extremely well-written) year-end reflections from other bloggers, people and brands. Google’s video made me cry. Yet when it came to reflecting upon my own year, one that I’ve made very clear has been a rollercoaster of emotions, I’ve been at a loss for words. Even talking about it, as opposed to writing about it, has been difficult. There’s so much I want to say, so many people I want to acknowledge and still, whether out of exhaustion or life confusion, I’m coming up empty.
Considering that today is my 22nd birthday (I don’t love the attention…but I’ll take a little), I feel double the pressure to produce some epic, heartfelt recap with an actionable timeline for 2017. The forced reflection this time of year (birthday and New Year’s combined) never does it for me. I tend to do my best reflecting on a random day, like a Tuesday in March. However, right now I’m sitting by the water on a mini-family vacation and have a desire to write.
Side note: I didn’t intend to take this long of a break from blogging…I went on a social media detox all around.
2016 was the humbling year I didn’t know I needed.
At the start of the year I had loose expectations to 1) enjoy time off post-graduation, 2) heal my gut 3) start running again after injury and 4) get a job. Never did I think the gut, running and job things would take so long, or that there would be a million bumps along the way. I cried more than I thought possible, I fell into the comparison trap, I lost my self-confidence and I was in pain for months. Most of those things are back to healthy standards. While I can’t yet confirm the cliché “I’m glad I went through those hard times,” I know for certain those tears and moments of self-doubt contributed to the humility I feel today.
Nothing went as planned this year, but maybe that was God’s plan after all.
In 2016, the little things were actually big things:
I traveled near and far, we got another dog, I learned a ton about gut health (fun for me), I nannied for the sweetest kids, I spent time with immediate and extended family, I explored the wellness world, I learned to grill and I did an un-assisted pull-up…three in a row, actually. I also had the freedom to blog, sleep, build up my Instagram and watch Grey’s Anatomy for the seventh time. All VERY important things.
Simply put: this gap year wasn’t necessary but it was needed. And welcomed.
A few notable posts…
Travel: Mexico Part 1 + Part 2, California Part 1 + Part 2, D.C., Colorado, Italy
Whole30 recap (I forgot about this!)
Healing my gut through functional medicine
Dealing with toxic thoughts
Learning to thrive when injured
Predicting the wellness trends for 2017
Sharing life (and thoughts) behind the Instagram
I’m sure I’m forgetting some, too. It’s a privilege to have so many memories from one year.
2017 is poised to be a year of more growth and change, which is a lame way of saying “I’m going to be living on Earth next year.” Change is the only constant. I’ve said the phrase “I don’t know” more than probably anyone should. I still don’t know what I want to do longterm, where I want to live, when I’ll race again or even how often I’ll be able to blog. No one really knows anything…or so I’ve been told. If you can’t Google it, I’m out.
I don’t have any concrete resolutions for 2017, other than a loose goal my sister and I set to work on our (non-existent) splits. If anything, I resolve to put my brain to good use. To continue overcoming doubts and self-imposed barriers. To think logically but leave some room for emotion. To judge less and love more. That should be America’s resolution. I have a toolbox full of (metaphorical) tools, a strong support system and a God to help me along the way.
Here’s to a year of good health and good food. Wishing you your healthyish-est (?) one yet.
Happy New Year!