Last night I stood on the top of a hill with some of my favourite family members. We were waiting. Waiting for the new year. Waiting for the old year to quickly become a memory. Waiting for 2014, an incredibly hard year on the family, to vanish and for new hope to come forward.
While I know that a "new year" cannot erase the shittyness of 2014, and nor does it minimize the heartache, it was a symbol. That we had gone to war, lost some soldier's on the way, and come out the other side holding hands and having battled together.
As I stood on top of that hill with my nearest and dearest I thought about the year that had been. The first half was great! I landed a new job I loved, got a new car, moved into a unit and lived alone, upped the ante on my health and fitness path and met someone who I thought I could be with for the rest of my life.
Literally the second half of the year turned to crap. I was broken up with a week before I turned 30, it was discovered an innocent little baby in the family had a rare genetic disease and died, followed by a friend's mum dying, then my uncle, then my cousin. The job I thought I loved quickly grew thin on me. I love my profession and know I can make a difference at some point but the department I was in? No. It was mostly quiet and this gave me too much time to think about everything that had gone on.
Up on that hill, while contemplating the last 12 months and waiting for fireworks, it began to rain on us. Icing on the cake of a shit year? From midnight on with the fireworks in the distance, the rain grew heavy. Hugs were given. Tears were shed. The rain quickly became a symbol of washing away the crappiest year to date. And none of us complained about being soaking wet. We had a group hug in the pouring rain and I felt incredibly blessed. We had gone to war and pushed on together. The emotional and mental wounds may take a lifetime or more to heal but we aren't alone.
And with that thought I decided to dance/twirl in the rain.
Welcome to 2015.
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