Another year has come and gone. Time to celebrate, right?
But celebrate what? Are we celebrating because we’re happy we made it through the year without being thrown in jail, or run over by a truck, or that we didn’t make it on Uncle Sam’s bad list? Or are we celebrating because we’re starting over and, we know American’s have to drink and celebrate anything new they’re starting (i.e. new job, new house, new baby, etc.)? Maybe it’s just another excuse to get drunk. I don’t know.
2014 wasn’t my favorite year. It was a year that brought me many tears, many headaches, and many, many bad dreams. It was a stressful year. One that I’m happy is over, I can’t lie.
Please don’t misunderstand me though. 2014 wasn’t all bad. I had some great moments. Celebrated some great things. Learned some important lessons. Traveled to some really neat and fun places. And my favorite thing, stole the heart of a 10-year-old cutie.
Although life won’t be allowing me to have any more children, I feel a sense of satisfaction when said 10-year-old wants to be just like me. It makes all the hard work I’ve done to improve myself, worth every struggle I faced.
2015 will be a challenge. A challenge I don’t honestly know I’m ready to face. I have some great support in my corner, so feel I can’t fail. I hope I don’t let everyone down.
Here’s to a fabulous 2015!