Dear 2016, 2017;
2016, so here we are again, standing face to face as we get ready to bid farewell and like every year, I am sitting in the comfy couch watching Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffin entertain us as we wait for the ball to drop and welcome 2017. Boring you say? Maybe for you, but for me it is the comfort of my surroundings and family that assures me that no matter what 2017 brings my way, I will survive.
2016, if you know me, you know that I like to reflect and reflect a lot. I am not sure if it is a good thing or not, but this year, I don’t have much to reflect on. There were celebrations,surprises and disappointments, yet I don’t feel like going back the memory lane. And that is weird to me. I have spent the last 24 hours trying to understand why I am not reflecting this 31st December and I think I now know why. I am not reflecting this year, because I have finally understood that you will soon be history and history stays in the past.
In the past years, the reflections allowed me to blame problems of my present on my past and that stopped me from looking into the future, but 2016, I promise you, I will not blame anything on you. 2016, I bid you farewell.
2017, I will welcome you with a new perspective. I will not judge you and I will not get bored of you. If I start getting bored, please give me a friendly reminder so I can pick up the paint brushes and create again. I will continue to dream on your shoulders and I have faith you will carry my dreams gingerly on your robust shoulders. If you find me losing my resilience, help me remember that I am the queen on my kingdom and while I may not have any glass slippers, I have my strength and belief.
2017, we haven’t met but I know you will hold my hand, tutor me and walk with me for the next 365 days. I look forward to this journey together because THE BEST IS YET TO COME.
2017, Thanking you in joy, hope and anticipation.
With love,
Shilpa