I can draw a thick black line down the almost-centre of twenty-sixteen. On one side of the line is a blurred and shadowy smudge of stress and sadness, and on the other a crisp flurry of memories all bright and gleaming like champagne under Christmas lights. I can pinpoint the exact moment everything started to get better. There’s something quite miraculous about the fact that I can look back now and think, that was a great year for me, because the first half was the complete opposite – but in truth it has been a year of transformation and uphill climb towards something which I’ve always hoped for. And now for the very first time, on the last day of this particularly remarkable year which, for better or for worse, most of us will never forget, I feel like the summit might finally be within reach. But that’s all to come, and it starts tomorrow. For now, here’s my illustrated look back on the past twelve months.

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It wasn’t until March of twenty-fifteen that I found myself ready to say goodbye to the previous year with an in review post. This year things are a little different; instead of the fear I felt this time last January, today I am filled with a knowing excitement at what the next twelve months with bring. Last year was full of change, its main challenge being holding on to myself as everything around me was suddenly different and new. I know that my non-stop twenty-fifteen will ultimately be a year I fondly look back on, but that isn’t to say it’s been without its difficulties. I hope that twenty-sixteen might be a little less chaotic, but in the meantime here’s my illustrated look back over the last twelve months and the new people, experiences, and lessons they brought with them.

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At the turn of twenty-fourteen, I wrote a post that took a look back on the difficult previous twelve months. It was hard at times and rewarding at others, but ultimately it was a cathartic exercise aimed at putting the year to rest and looking ahead to the next. As the end of last year began to creep into view I started making plans for a similar post, but December swept over me and January was so busy that I never quite got around to it. At least, that’s what I told myself. With my photos selected and the writing planned, I realise now that, unlike last year which I so needed to round up and put away, I am struggling with the idea of saying goodbye to twenty-fourteen and, more importantly, looking ahead to twenty-fifteen and the mass of terrifying change and challenges it is sure to bring. But all the same, I need to reflect on what has been the best year of my life and start the process of settling my head into the right mindset for this year. So with this in mind, here is an illustrated look back over my beautiful twenty-fourteen – albeit two months late…

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I feel that the turn into the New Year is overrated. Here, we are brought up in a culture which tells us that the night between two months – a turning point just as much the same as that between any other two months, two weeks or two days – is one in which we are not only permitted but actively encouraged to drink and party ourselves into oblivion, before awaking into January and practically being expected to entirely regenerate ourselves into ‘better’ people. It’s not something I can buy into; however, I cannot avoid the fact that with the New Year comes a certain element of refreshment. Perhaps it is the (unwarranted?) joy of filling in the next calendar with birthdays and future events and plans, but the dawn of the 1st of January, as much as I generally despise this month, always feels as though it brings with it a sense of healing. A cure for the previous year that has been steadily dying with the onset of winter: January is the baby phoenix rising from the ashes of its past form, and through a sense of mourning or, perhaps, recovery, I feel the need to analyse the previous twelve months before I can truly continue with the next.

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