. On 2017 .

I read about a woman who got together with her girlfriends to celebrate the end of the year, and she made each of them come up with a high and a low. Kinda like Thanksgiving, when you talk about what you're thankful for, only not.

I've been thinking about it for a couple of days now, and I've come to kind of a startling conclusion - 

The low point of my year was exceptionally easy to pinpoint. I can remember the days clearly, how the hours weighed on me as they dragged by, and the washing relief when it was all over. It's vivid. Those feelings are still jagged edges - not yet dulled by the passing of time. 

I'm still trying to target a high point. As the days float by, each one looking a lot like the day previous, it's easy to succumb to the monotony. There were certainly sparkling days this year - a merry-go-round in California with The General, an afternoon on a creek bed with The Boyfriend, days with family, nights with friends ... all of them good. All of them food for a weary soul. What was surprising to me, as I looked back, was how many there were - how many joyous, good days.

"Talking about our problems is our greatest addiction. Break the habit. Talk about your joys." - Rita Schiano

This 2017 - the one that is barreling down on so many of us ... the year that is a giant exhale to so many that are crawling to the 2016 finish line ... This year, my goal is to talk more about my joys. 

When every one else is busy picking a word for the year, or marking their, "I will go to the gym" resolutions on a piece of cute paper to tack to the refrigerator - I'll be over here keeping a list of the good things.

When I think about it - The Best Day memories of 2016 to me are fuzzy around the edges, and golden in color. They are days maked by The General's little hands, my mom's laughter, and my dad's funny stories. They are colored by The Boyfriend's bearded grin, and the sunshine - warm on my face in the summer.

What were some of your best days like? 

xoxo, B.