In the wee hours of the morning on January 1, 2016, after everyone had said their “Happy New Years” and gone to bed, I sat alone at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and wrote on the first page of a new journal. I wrote “2016 is not going to be a easy year, but it will be a necessary year.” I could feel changes coming and I knew that it would be a hard year of growth and that’s exactly what it turned out to be. It also turned out to be one of the best years of my life. It is one giant mixture of bittersweet. Of losses and struggles and love and friends and lots of tears-both happy and sad. It’s candlelit dinner in Vancouver with clients-turned friends. It’s crying on the curb in Boston, still wearing my pj’s, because my car battery was dead and I was going to miss my ferry. It’s hiking up a snowy mountain in Iceland because the car couldn’t make it to the top. It’s traveling with a band in a cramped van around the midwest for a week. It’s learning to mix cocktails and falling in love and becoming a dog person and making a home again.
I couldn’t be more thankful for everything and everyone this year has brought me. I’m eternally grateful for this career that I’ve chosen for myself and I can’t wait to see what 2017 brings.