When browsing the library or bookstore, I will often grab a book that peaks my interest and flip to the final page. I know, I know, I’m kind of cheating but roll with me. That last page tells me everything I need to know. Is the tone grabbing? Is the last sentence a cliffhanger? Am I left wanting more? I want to read a book that has a brilliant ending.
My whole book selection process got me thinking about this year. I wanted to flip to the end. I could’ve gone without the whole postpartum anxiety and depression. I swear it put a visible, dark cumulonimbus right over my head. Emotionally, these past 365 days have been challenging, to say the least. I had set up camp in the valley with no real view of the mountain.
However, today is the end. Today marks the final page of the 2017 book. Instead of choosing to hyper-focus on the things I want to change/end in this coming year, I’d like to focus on the overwhelmingly good of this past year. Trust me, there’s a laundry list of things I’d like to be different. But today I’m choosing gratefulness. I’m choosing joy.
I had my first baby this year; my sweet, perfect, healthy son.
My husband and I celebrated our first anniversary.
I held one of my best friend’s baby on the day she was born.
I experienced many “firsts” with my baby and loved *almost every one (teething can suck it).
I started a blog and began to write for you.
This year is worth celebration not solely due to its finality. It carried with it beautiful moments, victories and laughter. So don’t forget about the book just because you think you know the ending. The last page isn’t always what it seems.