Essays and Short Stories Saturday, December 31, 2016
I started 2016 with a glimmer in my eyes, and hope, and a fire I was so very much willing to feed. I had a feeling – the kind that makes you say, “I just know” – that this was going to be a great year. And, in summary, it truly was. But a great year isn’t a great year without some sprinkling of hardships, and 2016 hadn’t scrimped on the hardships at all.
In 2016, my relationship with the love of my life faltered. We were dancing for 8 years and there was a frightening moment when the music had seemed to stop. But the music hadn’t really stopped, it had only gotten a little softer, so we can improve our dance moves. See, up until that very moment, we hadn’t known that, yes, we were dancing together, but we were dancing to our own beats. And because of that variance in signature, we were bound to step on each other’s foot. It was only a matter of time before we get each other hurt. But the Universe had been kind, and our personal music grew quieter for our sake. In those hushed notes, we found our rhythm, and now our dances are more in time. We still have our own individual songs, but, now, we have both of it memorized. And everything that we’ve been through finally made sense. We held on. We’re here. We have created balance. We have created something beautiful. And it all happened this 2016.