The Year That Was – And Hopefully Never Will Be Again

Rooftops of Paris seen from the top of Notre Dame

With 2017 coming to a close, would I really be a blogger without a post to cap off the year?

With two hours until midnight, I am in a state of calm. I’ve scrolled my Instagram feed filled with pictures of festivals, fireworks and feasts and have read the captions that have thanked this year for coming. I’ve checked my Snapchat with photos and videos of varying degrees of embarrassing content and I’ve called my family back home to see them into the new year.

And me? With Jayme and I shaking off two days of vomiting on my behalf and a chest infection on his – we opted for a quiet night in at home.

There are so many reasons why this New Years is different for me this year. For one, I am away from my family which is such a foreign concept to me, only rectified by having my best friend by my side…oh, and my being in Paris of course. Secondly, because of the type of celebration (if you can call it that) that I’m having. And you know what? I don’t hate it. It’s been kind of nice to prepare to say a quiet goodbye to the year that was. And finally, the reason that this New Years is so different, is because it is possibly the only one in my 20 years of existence that I’ve truly been happy to say goodbye to.

Strong and fit, when I was happiest

Now, don’t go thinking I’m going to get all sad and morbid on you because I won’t. I’m a strong believer in every hard and taxing moment having a lesson waiting for you when you come out on the other side, like a checkpoint (picture those Crash Bandicoot boxes with the question mark on them. SO satisfying to watch them unfold onto the ground, amirite?).

The start of this year was a whirlwind of motivation, goal-setting and full-steam-ahead action towards everything I wanted to do. I was starting my football career and provingmyself to be a potential in the game. I was working every day with a smile on my face and a bright attitude because I had nothing to be upset about. Okay, so maybe my eye might have twitched every time someone ordered and EXPRESSO, but I kept my cool, alright? (PSA: IT’S CALLED AN ESPRESSO).

Working as a barista

But my 2017 came to a screaming halt on the 8th of July, when I broke my leg playing the game I love. Look, I know, you’ve heard it all before and you’re sick of it. I get it, I really do. But one of the hardest things for me to deal with, was everyone slowly getting over it when I was stuck with no choice but to deal with it, day-in and day-out for six months.

Not a team, a family

From there, time dragged. Until October when I returned to work in a boot and a brace, every single day was a mission on its own. I valued time with my family and friends that I had possibly taken so much for granted before, because when they left and I couldn’t – I noticed their absence like a giant yawning hole.

Now, like I said, this ain’t gunna be soppy – I’m getting to the point, relax.

Come December, and everything began to ramp up for me. My rehabilitation was on an exponential incline, I was getting back on my feet (HA, pun intended) with my savings and yes…I was packing for Paris.

Supported by family always

This trip has meant the world to me and every single day proves to be the thing that I have wanted the most in my life. 2017 has been an entire year dedicated to teaching me the value of patience – something that I didn’t have a lot of in 2016 and will take with me into all of my coming years. Patience in waiting for healing and health. Patience in waiting for hard work to pay off. And patience in waiting for Paris.

So before I turn the light off and close the door on the mentally toughest year I’ve ever had, I want to acknowledge that I don’t have any regrets (sure, if I could go back and avoid being slammed and snapping some leg bones I might take that opp). Because I will now enter with a vengance and as a stronger, happier and healthier version of myself than I was before that is oh so more Parisienne.

I have high hopes for 2018. This trip has marked not only a year of incredibly hard work, saving and focus on an end goal, but when I return, I will pick up where I left off in July. I get to go back into sport, fitness and health. I get to dedicate more time into my blog and I can finally begin down the career path that I can finally see forming in front of me.

2018 is full of hope and prosper – I hope it for you just as much as I can see it for me.

In Paris, even an abandoned hallway has an eerie beauty

To my amazing readers, thank you – for making this blog take off way more than I ever expected and to the support and love that you’ve shown me. I couldn’t be more over the moon about how you’ve made me feel. Enjoy a safe and happy New Year and may 2018 bring you not everything you’ve ever wanted, but exactly what you need.

Matching pajamas on Christmas
Cheers for the memories 2017 – you were shit but I wouldn’t be where I am now without you.

Votre amie dévouée,

La femme de faim x

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