So long 2015, you’ve not been my favourite. You had your good bits sure, like that time I got my first fan mail or that time I collected an award with my dress undone (the important bit being the award as opposed to the inadvertent public nudity). And remember that heatwave we had when the country lost its shit for a day? Aaah the heatwave times. I started writing my column this year too, an unexpected but delicious treat. Rather unsurprisingly the most popular one has been this one in which I confess to being a shambolic mess. Shadenfreude wins, always.
In other news: a teenager went to uni and loved it, the new career challenged me every single day and the council said we could turn our garage into…not a garage.
But 2015 has had real crushing lows. Globally, the refugee crisis caused many of us to question humanity (it bloody well should have done) and the events in Paris hurt all of us and I think highlighted the disparity in reporting terrorist attacks across the world. Must do better planet earth, try harder next year.
My heart has broken too this year. In 2015 I inexplicably lost a good friend, she died at 31 whilst having her baby. 31 years old.
We also lost my brand new neice, who was so keen to join our family she came too soon and just didn’t make it.
I don’t share those things to be glib – simply put both S and teeny tiny A were huge parts of 2015 and each took whopping chunks of my heart with them this year. They’ll stay here in 2015 forever.
Sometimes the universe does strange, unimaginably horrible things; things that make you feel the futility of The Struggle in every nerve of your body. But sandwiched between the hideous bits are glimmers of hope, moments of joy, slivers of happiness – thank you 2015 for throwing enough of those in my general direction this year that it doesn’t feel like a write off.
And thank YOU to each and every one of you reading this, in one way or another you’ve contributed to the happy little slivers of this year and I’m ridiculously grateful.
Wishing you a 2016 filled with more happy bits than you can handle. Too much happy should always be the goal.