#bye2016 seemed to sum up the general feeling towards 2016. From the heartfelt loss of celebrated creative spirits, the political Brexit and Trump disasters, to the alarming rate at which our society and enviroment are being bullied to the point of no return – 2016 has been quite shitty.
Although world affairs greatly angered me and personal breathements pained me, other all my year was filled with unforgetable travels, friendships and watching my son grow. That was until the last part of the year- then suddenly my world turned on it’s head… And then The Gods stamped on it….stabbed it with a rusty blade….and lit that bitch up like a bonfire as they threw their heads back and laughed.
But isn’t it funny how things work. The more disastrous things became, the more I became thankful for the positives in my life and gained indestructible inner strength each time that I refused to stay down.
So thank you 2016 for those incredible (and at times costly) life lessons which forced me to face my fears, accept past defeats, own my mistakes, embrace my imperfections and celebrate my achievements and blessings!
I walk into 2017 hopeful and free of the past.
True freedom.
Spread your wings and fly xx
The Brixton Housewife 