Don't Let The Front Door Hit You On The Way Out

Apparently facebook thought they were doing me a favor by organizing my "big moments" and a few assorted pictures into a collage deemed "My Year In Review" or something like that. I'm assuming that they took the pictures and/or updates with the most likes and/or comments to make a quick scroll to showcase my year.

As if facebook knows me.

Sure, they got a few things right... those things that I care to post to facebook anyway. My kids. My dad. The discovery of my lost wedding album. After scoffing at what took about fifteen seconds to view, I thought,

Is that all this year was?

So I danced across a few virtual stepping stones and peeked at my blog. Thirty entries for the entire year. The least I've posted since I began blogging around 2010. I've come to acknowledge that my year is not about what all was posted, but everything that was not.

Or something like that.

I have cried more this year than I knew was possible (and believe me, I am a crier). I've witnessed things that I still see practically every night when I close my eyes. I've driven more miles, stared at more walls, and prayed more prayers this year than any other year... of that I am certain.

Where does all that leave me?

In my opinion, stronger.

And more glad than ever to slam the door on 2014.

Not to forget,
but to move forward.

Wisdom found on facebook. Who knew?

So long, year. Hello, blank page.