Six months after that, I was fatherless. Another four months after that, my former boyfriend was engaged. And then the next month, I turned 28. Now, not all of it was bad. Within that year I also ran a full marathon, took road trips and a solo flight to Spain, became an aunt, excelled in my career, and created memories with many new faces.
The best description of this year is that it was a series of extremes—the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Often, it felt like there was little in-between, but looking back, each shift brought me to a new equilibrium, understanding, and a few self-realizations. Here are some of the key ones: