Well, it’s 2014, the start of a new year. I’ve tried at least three times to write a reflection on 2013, specifically the second half. After those multiple attempts, I’ve given up trying to pack all of the jumbled emotions and experiences into a single paragraph, ending in some moral that will magically transform the last six months into some worth-while life lesson. At the moment, that ‘transformation’ seems more like a hurricane that has left me scrambling to pick up the pieces of my life.
So, instead of dwelling on 2013, I want to look ahead to 2014 and all of the potential it holds. Inspired by a few different blogs, I’ve picked a word for the year: Healing. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, healing is defined as “the process of making or becoming sound or healthy again”. This one word sums up what I want 2014 to be, a journey of restoration rather than a constant state. I wish for healing for Daniel as he continues his recovery, for broken relationships around us at the moment and for my self-esteem. I also chose healing because of the active and passive nature of the verb as expressed in the definition. Healing is something we can make happen, but there is also a lot of grace involved. Sometimes it’s out of our control and we just have to let ourselves heal. So as 2014 progresses, I want to let go of 2013 and allow healing to happen in my life and the lives of those around me.
Now onto the title of this blog: Laughter. One way of helping the healing process along has been moving in with one of my close friends. In the fall, it seemed unlikely that getting a few months sharing an apartment together would be an option. However, December came and I moved in. After a few weeks adjusting to living together, this has turned out to be exactly what I needed. We’re ridiculous and it’s perfect. We buy cheesecake and shepherd’s pie, watch multiple Disney movies in one night and when we finally stumble into our beds, we’re usually still laughing at something or another. Things are still tough as I’m still sorting out job stuff, future stuff and health stuff, but coming home and being silly and laughing has helped me begin to get things back on track. Slowly, I’m noticing a difference in my outlook and I’m starting to like myself a little bit more again. I’m so grateful for crazy friends and the laughter they bring. I look forward to laughing my way back to a healthy frame of mind with a little help from my friends!
As always, thanks for reading!