Everywhere on social media, in the hallways of office buildings and in coffee rooms in the workplace, I’ve only heard what a hard and bad year 2016 has been.
“Yes, this must have been the toughest year ever!”
“Sho, what a tough year hey”
“2016 is dead to me”
“2017 can only be better”
Maybe I lived under a rock and hibernated while life was being tough, but my 2016 wasn’t such a tough year. Yes, bad stuff happened, but not so much so that I will label it as my worst year ever. I had goals that I didn’t reach, yes. I did plan on things that didn’t happen, yes. But I also achieved a lot which I hadn’t planned on.
I’ve always labelled the years going by in my head. When I think back on certain years, I always think “aha, thát year…”
❀ 2005: your matric year.
❀ 2008: your second second year, because you failed second year accounting in 2007 (I think it was accounting?) The year in which you took German as an extra subject at varsity and you loved it.
❀ 2010: your second third year, the year in which you didn’t go study in ‘Merica because you failed your third year in 2009.
❀ 2009: You failed because you had fun being in love. Precious, precious memories.
❀ 2011: The year in which you got married!! Oh and yes, your first year of articles. Bleh.
❀ 2012-2013: your second and third year of articles. The years you first did the Cohen diet and lost 33 kgs without cheating once. Wow. How on earth?!!
❀ 2014: the year in which you moved to Meyerton, a.k.a your year of hell. Your toughest year ever. Diamonds are formed under pressure, sweetie.
❀ 2015: The year in which you adjusted and recovered. The year in which you fell in love with the Vaal Triangle, its people and its beauty in small places. Also the year where started working in corporate tax. Awesome year.
❀❀ 2016: ???
I guess the label will only come later on. I really don’t have something extraordinary, literally worth writing about that I could label as “2016: the year when…”. I guess it will strike me when I get into bed tonight. Or next year. Oh well.
That being said, 2016 definitely had its moments. In my next post I’ll share with you a bit of beauty related stuff. But for today, here’s a few of my personal hiccups and pickups for 2016:
Best moment of 2016:
This is hands down the moment when my husband surprised me with NARS makeup. You know how we always complain that our men just don’t listen to us? Well it’s no different in our household, with my constant bickering about how Henry should ear-up and actually really listen to what I’m saying. Well, I was surprised out of my socks.
I distinctly remember talking about brands that I wish were in SA and how I would love to try one of NARS’s famous blushes. “Orgasm” is a cult favourite and I really wanted it. I’ve bought all said-dupes I could find in SA, but they’re still not NARS Orgasm. So when my sister-in-law went to Hawaii earlier this year, Henry put two and two together and asked her to bring me back a blush and an eye shadow. He even went to their website and looked for pretty colours, and he, all by himself, came up with the idea to get me their Dual-Intensity shadow in Telesto. WHAT?!!
He showed me the messages between him and his sister, what he was willing to pay (R1500, I was like WHAT?!) and how they talked about where to get it from. He wanted to keep it as a surprise until January for my birthday. But he finally cracked and gave it to me in November. I was the happiest girl alive. Not (just) because I received something I’ve wanted, but because of all his effort of going out of his comfort zone to arrange this for me.
I asked him how he remembered the blush and you can just guess his answer: “Well, when you said orgasm, it was quite easy to remember!” Haha. A fabulous high five to my fabulous husband for listening when I don’t think you are. I’ll remember to talk about such things even more now 🙂
Best accomplishment of 2016:
Uhm… nothing? I finished my first year of my master’s degree and managed to work in corporate tax without getting fired for almost forgetting to submit provisional tax returns (Ouchies. Yes, that happened). But overall I didn’t achieve something huge that I can put to claim of fame. Something I am proud of: discovering Pandora’s Bra Studio (in store) and Sarah Elizabeth (online) for bra purchases. I think the last time I had a bra that fit properly was when I was still at school. “Overflow” was as normal to me as headaches are to some people. When you get used to it, you don’t admit that it’s just not normal, so you don’t make the effort to solve the problem.
My excuse has always been that I’m NOT paying that for a bra, it is pure extortion. Until the moment I fit the first one, and I didn’t want to let it go. No matter what the cost, I was hooked for life. Anybody judging those exuberant prices for a bra has most definitely not felt the pain and struggle. Be glad that you can walk into Woolies and find a proper fit, woman! I’ve bought 5 throughout the year and I’ll continue saving up and buying a new one every few months. I’m definitely thinking about importing them myself; I’ve considered custom charges, VAT and import duties applicable and I think I can still save R200+ on a bra, with some of them even R500+.
Worst moment of 2016:
I couldn’t think of something until a few days ago. I saw on Facebook that an old friend of mine had committed suicide. It really got to me. We haven’t had contact for a while, but we were good to each other during the time we knew one another. We worked at the same firm and we would always get in trouble for chatting too much and keep each other from working. I knew she was suffering from depression, she went to a recovery clinic type of place during the time I had known her. Was there anything that anybody close to her could do to persuade her differently? Did anyone try? I will regret not contacting her more often. But I will never forget the sadness behind a smile that I couldn’t change. The truth that settled in my heart was the choice of free will and the consequences of someone else’s free will on your own life. It is not our duty to try and control that. No, that would be the worst form of manipulation of the very essence that makes us human.
On a lighter note, I have made a new friend in 2016 that you don’t just go and buy around the corner. Our hearts have connected and she has kept me sane at my worst moments. She is forgiving and her compassion never ceases. She understands my love and adoration obsession with cosmetics, as she is even worse than I am! My heart has longed for such a friendship, I’ve never had someone to talk to in Mascara-Language. Melanie, my maat, as ek nou 12 jaar oud was, het ek vir ons van daai hartjie-hangertjies gekoop waar elkeen ‘n helfte hou 🙂
In Part 2 I’ll share with you my best and worst beauty stuff of 2016. Nevermind that I only blogged like twice this year, bleh.
Did you have anything that made 2016 such a terrible year as everyone says? Or was this the year of your life?