You were a real doozy, you know that? I’m not even going to sugarcoat it because you didn’t sugarcoat any experience that you threw my way. In fact, I’m rather suspicious that your whole goal wasn’t to try and break my spirit. (Spoiler alert: you didn’t.)
January brought with it snow. Lots and lots of snow. And then a handsome Frenchman whose presence hit me like a hurricane. And whose damage after it ran its course left considerable damage. But during the whirlwind of a romance I had setup camp on cloud nine. Nearly breaking ground on a foundation. (Seriously, the concrete was ordered, ready to lay.)
February was nearly perfect. In hindsight, much better for other reasons than noticed at the time.
March. March was a real mess. Most spent in tears. Crippling sadness spent in bed, a million miles from home.
But April rolled around and somehow, little by little, I was able to pull myself together.
July was an absolute shit show. In the greatest of ways. So many friends were made. An incredible amount of adventures were had. Even though it brought with the theft of my cell phone and a chipped tooth, it was a monumental month for the year. My whole energy shifted, a new mood settled in the air, and being independent felt incredible.
August came with one of the most devastating blows in regards to dreams go. But I learned that a career does not define you, and your dreams are not set in stone. Everything is perpetually changing. And so are God’s plans for us.
September was absolutely perfect. After coming to terms with what the rest of the year held (moving back to the States) and taking time to relish in my new friendships, the unknown became less scary to me. I met it halfway, grabbed its hand and said “Alright then, let’s go!”
November was riddled with anxiety, more so than usual, and I had to come to terms with it. Taking things hour by hour is sometimes how you get by. And it saved me in so many ways.
2013, we made it. You tried your best to keep me down, but here I am. Ready and feisty as ever to jump into 2014 with nothing but hope.
You’ve made your presence known. That things can change in an instant and the world owes you nothing. You’ve made lessons hard, and tests harder. But you’re done here.
But before we bid adieu, there’s one last thing:
Thank you. For the times of utter bliss, the times of adventure, and, even the times you walked right over me while I was down. I got up. And now I’m stronger, smarter, and ready for whatever 2014 throws my way.
And you know what, it’s going to be so good. Everything that brought me here will be worth it. Every single sadness.
Love ya, but I won’t miss ya,
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Breathe, my friend. You are not old, you are young. You are not a mess, you are normal. Extraordinary, perhaps. In the blink of an eye your life will change. And it will continue to change for decades to come. Enjoy it, embrace it… be grateful for the ride. You are not old, you are young. And faith will get you everywhere. Just you wait. — Abby Larson