Well, y’all, 2017 has ended and we’ve successfully rang in a new year. I have seen so many bloggers and friends talking about their highlights of 2017 and how amazing it was for them, and them also posting their “word of the year”. I’ve seen so many positive and happy posts, it’s hard not to feel like the only one whose word of the year wasn’t “fabulous” or “amazing”.
My word of 2017?
This last year was a challenge for me. Mentally, emotionally, physically, and every other ind of “-ly” you can think of.
2017 presented a ton of challenges that made it one of my roughest years ever (I know I’ve only been alive for 25 years, but just stay with me lol).
Cyle and I had to say goodbye to one another as he left for his first deployment.
We celebrated our one year marriage anniversary and our favorite holidays away from each other.
I watched as my parents went through hell and back (and then back again) all while our family knew there was nothing we could do but hope everything worked out.
I lost a few friends and family members (lost as in, broken relationships) after learning that no matter who the person is, you are never under any obligation to keep them in your life (a hard, yet important lesson to learn).
And about a dozen of other things that are a bit too personal (or hell, political) to get into.
But through all of that, I found two other words that describes my past year quite well.
Through all of the ups and downs I’ve gone through this year I gained the emotional strength to carry on each day with my other half 7,000 miles away, I’ve grown in my emotions and mental clarity to accept that I can’t do everything, and asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness, I’ve gotten the strength to stop letting those who do me more harm than good have control over my day-to-day, and I’ve learned that I’m stronger than I ever knew, and going through some hell just made the strength that my parents raised me to have come out.
For the blog I’ve shared some ups and downs, and some thoughts and projects along the way. 2017 was another year in the books for the blog, and about midway through the year I realized I can’t force myself to blog on a set schedule, because then my love and happiness with this little corner of the internet turns into stress and anxiety over churning out new content as much as possible just to get page views.
So for 2018, I’ll still be sharing what I love about our home, projects, tid bits of info, and other things I love, but to keep me sane and keep it all going, I’ll stick to blogging when my soul is feeling good about it and not worrying about getting the perfect SEO or algorithms (blogger speak for features that make my blog easier to find and a top result when you search) and just focus on sharing things that I hope make y’all smile and inspire you.
Today I also wanted to share my seven favorite posts from 2017 that I hope y’all will enjoy looking back at. <3
Happy New Year!
First off, one big reason why 2017 wasn’t a total dumpster fire for me, was that I. Wrote. A. Freaking. Book. Y’all.
I successfully updated our bedroom (after almost three years of planning and procrastinating) and am madly in love with our new bedroom!
After an adjustment period, I sat down and was able to laugh, and cry a bit, at how my life changed since Cyle deployed. I even was able to find some silver linings in his absence. If you want a good laugh and to see what really goes on when a spouse is deployed, then you’ve gotta snag a stiff drink and check out all of the benefits I get (besides the cha-chiiing 😉 ) when Cyle is gone.
We finally sat down and got our debt plan put together and finalized (nothing like a deployment happening to make you sit down and have “the talk” about money) and I shared several posts (more coming soon-ish) on our debt-free journey and tips. this one was one of my favorites!
I made Cyle several care packages this past year (which reminds me, I need to get one ready for him for this month!) but this one was my punniest (see what I did there?!) and his favorite.
I realized that, while our home isn’t our dream house and is nowhere near perfect, we love it and it’s the perfect house “for now”.
And lastly, about this time last year I was feeling like a lot of other Americans, scared, worried, anxious, and I had to spill all of my guts on the subject with those whose eyes and ears were open to it. I still feel like this piece is an important one to read and understand.