This was the year....

2007 was the year that I...

• looked at the world with hope and promise, with my toes in warm Caribbean waters.
  

• had confirmed just how privileged my life was.
  

• pulled hair and teeth to get a student through her Grade 12 English.
  

• stopped journalling mid-year, deluding myself into thinking that I no longer needed that kind of “therapy.”
  

• started journalling again, realizing that I was oh-so-wrong.
  

• had my heart broken in ways I never imagined possible. Or, more precisely, in ways imaginable, but I had never thought it would happen to me.

• found solace in work, preventing myself from burrowing deep into an unsalvageable emotional nadir.
  

• found solace in friends, who could have said, “I told you so,” but never did, and instead, stood by me and allowed me to wallow.
  

• lost an aunt, but found a cousin, which alerted me to remind myself to hold on to those important to me.
  

• lost a dear friend, but found beauty and wonder in the everyday still.
  

• lost faith in the world, in justice, and in love, but knew that I would one day believe again.
  

• realized that despite everything, I had found more than I had lost, that I was still headed somewhere, to where I was meant to be.