Twenty Sixteen. One fucking doozie of a year.

Twenty Sixteen. The year where life stared me straight in the face and said a big fuck you. Right up until this very second actually. You would not believe it, but I’ve already written this blog post once, attempted five times to read it aloud to a friend that left us both with tears streaming down our cheeks, – then to have my laptop fucking restart and my page of writing to be gone!! FUCK!!! Seriously universe, what the fuck is going on? Is 2016 really the train-wreck we are all defining it as? It’s a yes from me!! Two thousand and sixteen has been one fucking doozie of a year! But amongst all the bullshit there have been moments of magic, infinite opportunities for gratitude and a whole lot of love.

Twenty sixteen was the year that officially broke me. This was the year that I lost friends and best friends. The year that’s coming to a close, leaving me with hundreds of questions and zero answers. The year that I uprooted my life to start a new chapter with someone I had given my world to, to be forced to uproot everything all over again after only seven short weeks. This is the year that my heart broke for my friends who went through fucking trauma after trauma and reminded me again and again that life is just not fair. It was the year that I constantly second guessed myself. This was the year that my heart was broken into a million little pieces by someone I had trusted like never before, causing an encompassing feeling of numbing emptiness and a longing to know if I would ever feel anything ever again. This was the year that I constantly thought about giving up on my dreams and settling for less. The year that I had to try to explain to my two and half year old niece that she wouldn’t be seeing a certain someone for ‘uddles’ anymore, breaking my heart over and over again. This was the year that I learnt that not everyone will do for you what you do for them and that to put it simply some people are just dicks.

But we all know life is a balance of the good and the bad. Without the bad how can we truly appreciate the good? Without the yin, how can we be grateful for the yang?  How can we be overwhelmed with happiness if we have never been suffocated in sorrow?

Twenty sixteen was the year that showed me I am stronger and more resilient than I ever thought possible. The year that I made new friends and best friends. The year that I ticked learning to surf off my bucket list. It was the year I met, coached and supported many gorgeous clients all over New Zealand through starting their own businesses, becoming the best version of themselves and dealing with the struggles of self love. It was the year that my best friends shone so fucking incredibly bright when I needed them the most. It was the year I experienced crystal clear waters, mesmerising marine life and a relaxed way of life in a Fijian paradise. The year that I realised family would be there for me in my times of need, no questions asked. It was the year that my sister gave birth to Maia, niece number four. The year that I was asked to be a bridesmaid not once, but twice. It was the year that I was featured in a national magazine spreading my positive vibes and passion for living a fulfilling life. This was the year that I went on adventure after adventure exploring places in New Zealand that I couldn’t have even imagine existed. This was the year that came to a close giving me the freedom to be who I want to be, do what I want to do and go where I want to go.  Twenty sixteen is the year I learnt that loved ones are the most important part of my world, because what is success and happiness if you have no one to share it with?

Along with so many of you I cannot fucking wait to close the door to 2016 knowing that I will feel a sense of relief like never before when the countdown ends at midnight on the 31st. A new year! A new life! New goals! New dreams!! A new beginning! Let’s leave 2016 by saying a big fuck you right back and welcome 2017 with determination, gratitude, kindness and love.

Keep your eyes peeled in January 2017 for a revamped, fresh, new coaching programme to make the new year the most incredible year you are ever going to experience!! 

 

 

3 Comments on “Twenty Sixteen. One fucking doozie of a year.

  1. Proud to be a part of you 2016, the good not the shit stuff!
    Much love to you for all the support, love and encouragement you provided me. Looking forward to seeing what we both have in store for 2017. You are truly an inspiration and I am blessed to have you in my corner. xx

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