Each year I have written a letter to one of your predecessor reflecting on our time together and the experiences we shared. To be honest 2016 if you were a person we would not be friends. Yes we have shared some good times. I even gave you credit for those moments in a recent Instagram post. But none of that changes the fact that you 2016 are the year that took my mom. I don’t think I can forgive a betrayal such as that especially considering you also didn’t give me my bundle of joy. As a matter of fact you will now be sharing the title of worst year ever with 2009, the year that took my dad.
However, 2016, I have to give credit where credit is due. You have taught me an incredible life lesson. You have taught me that I can survive my worst fear can coming true. After my dad died my biggest fear was that my mom would also die before I met my Mr. Joy Chaser, got married and had a family of my own, thereby leaving me familyless. Welp that is exactly what has happened.
It sucks in many ways. At times it is painfully lonely. But you know what after seven years of Chasing Joy I have built a foundation for Joy that is so strong that I am resilient enough to not only survive but thrive while living through my worst fear. I have found a way to laugh, travel, invest in relationships, lose weight, succeed at work, and keep Chasing Joy through grief and while living in the midst of my biggest fear.
Thank you 2016 for showing me how strong I am and how much I have grown. Unfortunately, you still get no love from me.
Eff you very much!!!