Twenty Sixteen: A Year in Review

Have you ever dropped something on the kitchen floor, like an entire 40 oz. canister of rolled oats because you didn't secure the lid on tight enough? You kneel down to pick it up, but freeze to look at it for a minute right before. You aren't sure whether this is a time for crying or laughing. It's all there waiting for you to do something about it, but for a moment you stop. It's ok to not move. Just sit. Just be there. Just for a little. You will come back to life. It's inevitable. It may take a day, two days, or a whole lunar cycle, but you will return. That is, I think, the best way to describe how we all feel about the year 2016. 

Twenty Sixteen. A year of growth. A year of forgiveness. A year of new places, new faces, and new ideas that shook me in ways that were both thrilling and electrifying. A year of deep breaths. Living slow. Speaking carefully. 

This was the year I voted for a woman to be president. The year we united to protect the Dakota Pipeline. The year we celebrated Prince, David Bowie, and George Michael for being musical heroes. Never look back, walk tall act fine. 

This year, I filled in gaps of silence with what I consider the best songs of 2016:

Let's talk about 2017. A new year. A fresh start.

I've never been one to strictly declare and abide by a new years resolution. The beauty of being human is that we get to revise our direction whenever we want. We can switch lanes. We can slow down and stop at any point in the day, at any time of the year, and press the restart button. There are 365 days in a calendar year and we cannot erase one of them. What we can do is start over at any point between them. Every day holds a new beginning. You don't need a new calendar to set new intentions, goals, or boundaries. I've probably pressed restart fifty, maybe one hundred times this past year. My footprints look entirely different during the month of December than they did in November. You can break down and rebuild your path whenever and wherever. You can stop at 2pm in the afternoon at the intersection of Broadway and Seventh and say, I'm going to try to do things differently for now on.

It just so happens that if you decide today that you are going to care more for your body, or treat people nicer, or spend your time wiser that you are setting a goal that will lead you into a new year. All I ask is for you to consider the fact that you don't have to cram all of your new goals into this one evening. No one is going to point at you and tell you it's too late if you decide that things are going to be different on a Thursday in March of 2017.

Celebrate a new year, a new you, anytime you please. And today, on December 31, 2016, if you hold a glass of champaign in your right hand and shout "happy new year!" when the ball drops, and the confetti flies, and you kiss that special someone — then I'm so glad that today allowed you the opportunity to press one of your many shots at a restart.

Whether it's 2017 tomorrow, or a Sunday in January. It's going to be perfect, and you did it all on your own. Cheers to that. Cheers, to you.

Happy New Year, today and everyday.

Little Baker Jess


  1. Such lovely writing! And such true words. I always enjoy reading your blog!

    1. Thanks Mel! You're writing is always inspiring as well ♡.


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