To my friends,
We fucking did it.
I wanted to put that more eloquently. I wanted to have a better starter sentence but that’s all that really fits.
And really, truly we did do it.
I wish I could explain to all of you how intensely proud I am of all of us for continually facing what 2k18 brought to our table. Because it seemed every time we got to the place where we thought we’d gotten over that last thing, that last mountain, another one rose up in its place.
2k18 was drenched in our tears and our exhaustion. It was drenched in coffee and tequila and vodka and wine. 2k18 crushed dreams and held devastation and swung wrecking balls of hopelessness.
There was burnout and the feeling of being unable to catch up to life.
The absolute belief that the other shoe was going to drop followed every single moment of joy.
This year has been so packed full of disappointment for some of the humans in my life that the joy hasn’t been loud enough to break through.
And in some cases the lack of anything, joy, goodness caused us the inability to see those things even when they were right in front of our faces.
This year held good things, it really did.
(Like three words: 90’s themed birthday)
But honestly, at the end of the year I can look back and say that we fought. Maybe not all the time, maybe not loudly, maybe we laid our heads down at one point but we are still here.
Every single one of us.
I don’t what 2018 did to you.
I don’t know if you cried more or laughed more. I don’t know if this was the best year of your life or the worst or even in that dead middle where you don’t know tears from smiles. I don’t know if you wanted to give up.
I don’t know if you had sufficient amounts of rage (🙋🏼🙋🏼🙋🏼) or joy (YASSSS QUEEN- never forget that 2k18 we met the FabFive and with them all things just keep getting better). I don’t know if you had love or loss or both.
I just don’t know.
But, my friend…
YOU ARE STILL HERE.
You are still moving and taking deep breathes and showing up for your life (even if you missed a few days here and there).
You may have a few more wrinkles or grey hairs or pounds. You may have given your body a beating this year; but you still did it.
2018 took a lot of my tears. A lot of my friends tears. 2018 tried to rob me of a hell of a lot of my joy. 2018 took some of my faith and replaced it with something different (and that I’m still figuring out).
2018 brought engagements and babies and weddings and friends moving here and there and everywhere in between. 2018 did bring a little bit of hope-but just not how we thought.
2018 was not silent.
But, honestly I don’t think we were either.
I don’t know what 2019 will bring. I can’t promise joy. I can’t promise everything will be fine. I can’t promise people won’t be haters.
But we can do the damn thing.
That I can promise.
I can promise that showing up isn’t always easy, but we can.
Because we have.
My planner is already getting full for 2019. I already have three weddings to go too, one that I am the officiant of honor in. My work life the next two months is going to be insane.
And in the midst of all the the things, that parts that aren’t the best in my life and in the lives of my friends don’t go away with midnight.
The struggles and things that aren’t great in your life won’t go away with midnight.
The battles and all those things don’t disappear from 11:59-12:00.
BUT there is something to it.
Something new, something more. Time to dust off the dirt of it all and step into the new year a little stronger than last. (Or in new Calvin Klein heels).
Let’s do that damn thing.