This was the year I decided to take any excess energy and fight for what is right. To speak up. To find my voice again for causes. To not take “no” or “I don’t care” for an answer from anyone. This is the year I said goodbye to breastfeeding my children (we are done with having kids). This is the year I paid off hospital debt and learned how to make a “decent” smoothie.
This is the year I discovered I am confident with my imperfect body and that weight doesn’t matter, but feeling strong and athletic does matter. This is the year my husband made me feel intelligent and worthy. We went to see Alt J in concert. We became more social. We binged watched The Walking Dead. We played video games. We both threw out our backs. We earned a few more grey hairs.
This year my children showed me how to unconditionally love and to seek simplicity. How to live in the moment and experience true joy. How to lose my temper. How to cry from frustration. How to be a semi-super mommy. How to be amazed.
This is the year I went natural, I mean really truly organic and non toxic in my home.
I checked items off my bucket list: Starting a blog, creating a fairy garden, using power tools, gardening, self teaching html coding basics, and became me again. Not just a wife or a mother or an employee but me, that idealist girl in college that didn’t wear a bra and wrote poetry and believed I could make a difference somehow. No matter how little. No matter how big. Even if only one person listened. It mattered.
I read Tess D’ubervilles, Siddhartha, Howard’s End, and Vanity Fair. I rediscovered a true respect for Jesus and those that follow him. I lost some respect for those that cannot see past a narrow-minded view of spirituality. I spoke up for Muslims. I wholeheartedly supported Bernie Sanders. I discovered Lord Huron’s Strange Tales album.
So I leave you with some images from 2015. These are a few of my favorite things.