New Year

11pm on December 31st. Most people are celebrating the end of yet another year by blowing things up, drinking the spirits of the season, enjoying the company of their friends and family - I'd be lying if I wasn't doing the same!

On New Year's Eve, while I'm often attending little gatherings, I can't say I'm really socially present. I find that December 31st is the night that I most want to write and reflect; I think about what I was doing at this exact moment last year, and how different what I'm doing is right now, and all of the things that happened in the past year to cause those differences.

2013 was a weird year for me Just tonight I've been reminded of many less-than-pleasant memories of the year that I'd successfully put on the back burner for some time. That is, in addition to the ones that I was not so lucky to forget.

I completely lost myself early in 2013 and have spent the majority of it just trying to find myself again. I'm still working on it, but I'm happy to say that there has been progress.

I don't want to think about 2013. I don't want to think about 2014. I am 20 years, four months, and three days old. My life is in a constant state of flux, college is a never ending identity crisis, I feel like I'm stuck in limbo and have been for years. 2014 starts in 12 minutes. I'm going to kiss the boy that I've been blessed with for the past six years and then begin my new year - I will simply try to be the best version of myself in 2014. I will try to stay in the moment and I will try to remain content.

Happy New Year, my lovely followers, readers, lurkers - I appreciate you all so much! Enjoy yourselves as we begin another chapter in our lives; but it's just a chapter. Don't feel obligated to create the whole story!