The year of the B
2017 was a total bitch.
(And I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.)
For me, this year was particularly brutal. And littered with other B words as well. Breakups. Bar bannings. Bed-Bugs. Black eyes. Bail bonds.
Like I said …. brutal.
I follow numerology (lightly) and 2017 was a 9 year for me. It’s the final year of a 9 year cycle and it’s theme is about endings and closings and ridding yourself of anything that might hinder the next 9 year cycle. It can be easy, if you’re willing to let things go and accept the lessons you’ve been given over the past 9 years.
Or it can be difficult, if you’re like me and stubborn AF.
I stupidly chose the latter, refusing to let go and fighting these lessons and this year with a vengeance. And the 9 year fought back. Hard.
