2015, I am glad to see you leave.
I wish I could say it's been fun, but it hasn't.
The past 12 months haven't been horrible, but, they just haven't gone as I thought they would. I had goals.
I had plans.
I had aspirations.
I had 10 pounds I wanted to lose and a pair of skinny jeans I wanted to fit in again.
I had a room to de-clutter and turn into an art room.
It now has more junk in it to go through in the post-Christmas chaos.
Isn't that the way every year goes though?
The number of people I considered to be friends has decreased a bit more, as with each passing year I learn who is really my friend and who is just around when it's convenient.
I am fine with that.
I have learned it's OK to have quality over quantity, especially in this area.
I found out we can endure far more than we ever imagine. I have witnessed people in my life somehow make it through things that would have bested a giant.
I have learned some people can amaze us with their strength, their perseverance and their faith.
I think, however, there have been enough tests, and enough trials and tribulations to last a lifetime.
2015 hasn't been all bad, however.
There have been moments where my faith in people has been restored.
Small miracles have come through.
Good things have happened, even if not on the scale we wanted.
We've found gratitude can help us stay focused.
We've learned the small things do matter and that manners make a difference.
We have more technology than we could imagine, and can watching things on demand, read books on our phones, and can Facetime with someone across the world.
And still what we crave the most is a hug from someone who really cares about us.
2015, you have been full of ups and downs.
You've given us horrifying, heartbreaking news any time we turned on the TV.
Then, Steve Harvey messed up announcing Miss Universe and the world had something new to tweet about.
Your weather has been moody as my Mama was my senior year and before hormone replacement therapy was widely used.
If anything, between the 70 degree December, torrential downpours and resurgence of bugs that should be hibernating in cocoons, you are making the 1982 version of Mama when she ran out of cigarettes late one Sunday night seem more stable than your weather patterns.
No, 2015, I am glad to see you go.
I am welcoming in 2016, with open arms, great dreams and big goals.
I am believing this year will bring in better things - new beginnings and better opportunities - and that somehow, even when we don't believe it, that miracles will happen and good will win.
I am counting on this year being so much better than 2015.
Instead of being glad to see the year end, it will be as a year where great and wonderful things happened.
Not just for me, but for all of us.
I think we all are long, long overdue.
Sudie Crouch is an award winning humor columnist and author of the e-published novel, "The Dahlman Files: A Tony Dahlman Paranormal Mystery."