The year 2016 is almost over, and 2017 is just around the corner.
It has been a year of change on several levels, from the personal to the international.
I have grown in more ways than one – though also in the less desired way.
A year ago I thought that 2016, this would finally be the year of getting pregnant.
A year ago I thought I’d never manage to get back to full time work.
And now? Full time work, by the skin of my teeth but still, I manage.
Still no pregnancy.
It has been a year of learning.
Of searching and finding.
A good year.
It has been a year of loss as well,
loss of guiding stars and memorable voices.
“Imagine,” people said laughing, “if next year
the UK will leave the EU and Trump will be the next
president of the US!”
So that happened.
As 2017 looms near I dearly hope to be
wrong of what’s to come.
It is strange.
Though I suspect 2017 might be
a bad year,
a year of death, war, and pain,
I am not afraid.