February,
A month of love and loss.
I hope you bring me more love this year, February.
And joy, happiness, and comfort.
You're a special one, February.
Saturday, February 01, 2020
January, yr ii, pt ii
January 2020,
You were fun. You were hard. You were new.
And that's all I have to say, right now.
You were fun. You were hard. You were new.
And that's all I have to say, right now.
Wednesday, January 01, 2020
January, yr. ii
January,
I'll be honest, I'm not quite sure what to say.
I start my sixth semester of school this month.
I move into an apartment with three of my best friends this month.
And that's pretty much all I know about you, January.
Hopefully you bring me something wonderful.
I'll be honest, I'm not quite sure what to say.
I start my sixth semester of school this month.
I move into an apartment with three of my best friends this month.
And that's pretty much all I know about you, January.
Hopefully you bring me something wonderful.
2020
Hey there, 2020.
A new decade. The 20s are back, and I hope they're roarin'.
That was cheesy, but it's true. I hope they're exciting and wonderful and filled with adventure and love and hopefully some money too...
2020.
"The year before I start the rest of my life" is how I've been phrasing it. Not to make 2020 seem any less important. It's going to be one of the most important years of my life.
I'm turning 21. I'm graduating from college.
This is the year.
Three more consecutive semesters and I'm out of there. Ready to start life in the "real world," as they say.
I don't know what you have in store for me, 2020, but I believe it's good.
2019 was amazing and wonderful and teaching and beautiful, and my simple hope for 2020 is that life continues to be that way.
In 2020 I want to continue to love myself, but most importantly I want my goals to be positive.
I simply want to take what I learned in 2019 and bring it with me into this new year, new decade.
2020, I've got a good feeling about you.
A new decade. The 20s are back, and I hope they're roarin'.
That was cheesy, but it's true. I hope they're exciting and wonderful and filled with adventure and love and hopefully some money too...
2020.
"The year before I start the rest of my life" is how I've been phrasing it. Not to make 2020 seem any less important. It's going to be one of the most important years of my life.
I'm turning 21. I'm graduating from college.
This is the year.
Three more consecutive semesters and I'm out of there. Ready to start life in the "real world," as they say.
I don't know what you have in store for me, 2020, but I believe it's good.
2019 was amazing and wonderful and teaching and beautiful, and my simple hope for 2020 is that life continues to be that way.
In 2020 I want to continue to love myself, but most importantly I want my goals to be positive.
I simply want to take what I learned in 2019 and bring it with me into this new year, new decade.
2020, I've got a good feeling about you.
2019, pt. ii
First of all, 2019, thank you.
You were a year of growth, of finding myself, of loving myself, and of just figuring it all out.
You were quite the year, and for all of it I am grateful.
You started out pretty hellish. I felt trapped in my own skin by my anxiety.
Then we figured it out, together, 2019. I saw a doctor and started medication, I moved to Mexico with five strangers, I conquered a lot of things I had been terrified of for a long time.
Things only went uphill from there.
My anxiety got better. I was walking through the streets of Guanajuato, so perfectly happy for the first time in a long time. And it stayed that way.
I learned a lot about myself in Mexico. The experience itself was telling, but also the women I lived with really taught me so much. They taught me to love myself, simply by their example. They helped me understand my mental health in ways I hadn't previously. They helped me feel sane and loved and validated.
And then I came home. I saw old friends. I started school again, and though it was scary, it was fine. I made it through.
But I didn't just scrape by. I wasn't just surviving like I had been in the beginning of the year. I was actually beginning to thrive.
2019, you were the year I overcame the thick of it. I overcame the year's challenges, and even the decade's. I worked through a lot.
I feel like myself again. And it's been a long time coming.
You were a year of growth, of finding myself, of loving myself, and of just figuring it all out.
You were quite the year, and for all of it I am grateful.
You started out pretty hellish. I felt trapped in my own skin by my anxiety.
Then we figured it out, together, 2019. I saw a doctor and started medication, I moved to Mexico with five strangers, I conquered a lot of things I had been terrified of for a long time.
Things only went uphill from there.
My anxiety got better. I was walking through the streets of Guanajuato, so perfectly happy for the first time in a long time. And it stayed that way.
I learned a lot about myself in Mexico. The experience itself was telling, but also the women I lived with really taught me so much. They taught me to love myself, simply by their example. They helped me understand my mental health in ways I hadn't previously. They helped me feel sane and loved and validated.
And then I came home. I saw old friends. I started school again, and though it was scary, it was fine. I made it through.
But I didn't just scrape by. I wasn't just surviving like I had been in the beginning of the year. I was actually beginning to thrive.
2019, you were the year I overcame the thick of it. I overcame the year's challenges, and even the decade's. I worked through a lot.
I feel like myself again. And it's been a long time coming.
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