I sat down this morning to pen a profound narrative; My 2015 in review. Instead the clock reached midday and beyond, and I found myself sitting with hands poised over the keys, staring at a blank screen.

How does one summarize a year? Is this achieved by cataloging events and adventures? By measuring successes? By recounting defeats? By proclaiming intent for future achievements? I suppose… but somehow it seems overly derivative and utilitarian to summarize a year in the life of a human being in such a categorical manner.

That’s it! “A year in the life of a human being…”, that is the missing piece. What was 2015 within the context of my life?

2015 was the year that I felt overwhelming joy and deepest sorrow. It it was the year that I cared greatly for others, yet I acted selfishly. It was the year that I craved stability and still pursued change. It was the year that I achieved wonderful successes while making horrible mistakes. It was the year that I experienced immense freedom and crippling restraint. It was the year that I began to heal my mind but continued to hurt my body. 2015 is the year that I learned that every step on my journey will not be executed with perfection; it is also the year that I gained the insight to appreciate the value of my stumbles.

With this in mind, as I sit here in the final hours of 2015, I pay respects to the path that has led me to where I am, I open myself to the journey that lies ahead, and I hold this moment in reverence with the grace to be thankful and the confidence to accept that I am exactly where I need to be.