New Year’s Eve…. It just dawned on me today when my son asked me to drive him to a dance tonight that I have gone from being the partier to the driver/mom of the partier. I am not quite sure how I feel about that… But, it is what it is.
If you would have asked me how I felt about the new year last December 31st, I would have told you that I was hopeful, thinking that things would FINALLY get better and we could move on with our lives. The reality was far from my overly optimistic view a year ago today.
But, at the same time, we all got another year older. We all survived. We had food to eat, water to drink and a roof over our head, so we were certainly better off than a large percentage of our fellow inhabitants on this round thing we call Earth. We are together. My husband and I didn’t divorce, which after the few years we have had, I consider a MAJOR accomplishment. My kids managed to pass to the next grade, no matter how touch and go it got, mostly because Mommy was too absorbed in escaping through writing her book to make sure they were doing all that they should. But, they made it, even without me helicoptering above them.
That brings me to the biggest thing about 2016. It was the year I wrote TWO books. TWO!! Have I mentioned that I wrote TWO books?! That certainly was not on my radar a year ago today. In fact, if someone would have said, “2016 is going to suck royally. You are going to spend most of the year feeling like you are in a gigantic, never ending panic attack, but it is okay because out of the turmoil, you will have written TWO books.” I would have laughed in their face.
Perhaps that is the silver lining in all of this. Without the stress and worry of the past year, I wouldn’t have had to find an outlet for my anxiety. I wouldn’t have found the reason to write the stories that were obviously buried deep in my head. Perhaps turmoil is the key to major growth.
To be perfectly honest, even if my books don’t ever get published, no one can take away from me the fact that I wrote two books in less than one year. Books that I actually let several people read and who said they liked them. I am damn proud of the fact that I found a positive outlet for myself that allowed me to create. No one else could have written what I wrote. It came from me: My brain, my heart, my soul! Maybe others could have done it better; more eloquently, less grammatical errors, perhaps more succinct, but the story line, the characters and their personalities? Those are all me, baby!
I hope I am able to share my stories with the world. I hope that what I created will be deemed interesting enough for major consumption by my fellow populace and that I will have the opportunity to write more (Though 2017 could be markedly less stressful. I would be perfectly okay with that…). But, if not, 2016 will always be the year that I wrote my first two books!
Happy New Year, everyone, and be safe out there!