Many people call 2016 the worst, wishing it could be erased from memory, history, time. And with good reason. It’s clear 2016 was full of a whole lot of awful. But today I’m not here to mourn all that but instead to tell you that 2016 was the best year of my life.
I lay there and fight. The excuses come rushing in, trying to trap me in my bed. They know which tactics work well. They know where I’m most weak. They are winning. But I rally. No! Not today! Not this year!
Two million acres of dinosaur trees. Two million acres of trees weighing a million pounds. An army the height of the Statue of Liberty holding their ground for hundreds of years. Sturdy sentinels keeping their vigil during countless storms. Breathing in the poison and turning it to life. Until we showed up.
I roll words over and over again in my mind's mouth listening to them, trying them on with cacophonies and metaphors. I find my fingers ticking away on my leg, counting syllables, hoping to hit the 5 or 7 or 5 again. It feels like magic when something connects, you know, like it's meant to be.