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It’s gonna be a good year…
I know that it’s true It’s gonna be a good year Out of the darkness And into the fire I tell you I love you And my heart’s in the strangest place That’s how it started And that’s how it ends.
I know that it’s just a technicality–that the change from one year to the next is really just a way for us to properly measure time, so we know how old we are and when to plant crops. And I know that nothing actually changes at the stroke of midnight on December 31, beyond the mechanical change to a new calendar year, but I can’t help but still buy into the magic of it, to paraphrase a dear friend.
I am not who I was a year ago. I have changed; I have evolved, broke myself and built myself back up. I’ve lost some friends and made new ones. I’ve loved and cried and cursed and danced and ate and drank and swallowed up all the life lessons that 2013 served me, bitter and sweet as they were. And I survived it. I am better for it, wiser–a bit more cynical, but still surprisingly hopeful.
I keep trying to come up for my resolutions for this year, but I’m at a bit of a loss. There are things I want to do–improvements I want to make–but I also kind of just want to let this year happen, just want to focus on the intention living fully and happily and smartly. I kind of feel that by doing that, everything else will just fall into place.
So, friends, here’s to the New Year. I hope all our dreams for its possibilities come true.