A Year Ago This Week–Week Fifteen

Continuing the weekly arguments that 2016 was not all bad, I’ve created a series of posts designed to exonerate the year. This is the fifteenth installment in that series.

A year ago this week I was asked to define my leadership style. I specified:

  • Intuitive
  • Non-traditional
  • I will have the hard conversations.
  • Natural — it comes to me naturally.

 I had natural style in 2016.

A year ago this week I was prompted to list my comforts. Those comforts were:

  • My creativity
  • Being well-fed
  • Routines that sustain my desires
  • A sense of freedom in my body.
  • Living in harmony with the seasons.

In 2016, I was a free spirit. 

A year ago this week I registered to walk a 5k alongside the lady I coached through the running clinic. We were a little over a month from graduation day, with the graduation event being the 5k race. My trainee was a first-timer and I was a 20-year veteran of 5k races. With a month to go the heavy emphasis was reassurance. Yes, you can do it.  Yes, you will make it.  Yes, I will be with you for every step.  Together we practiced visualizing the final mile, the finish, and the celebration with only positive outcomes.  I was a fortune-teller in 2016

My gratitude list a year ago this week:

In 2016 I was part of the Universal Benefits package. 

So while I wouldn’t laud 2016 as the best year ever, there were some wondrous works taking place. We were growing. We were prospering. We were seeking new horizons and finding them. Despite the rough patches, heartbreaks, and pot holes along the way, it was not all bad.

— Mercy

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