2018. A year of laughter, and tears, and screams of anger, and soft smiles. In this year, I finished my associate's degree, found love, and took massive steps in my career. In this year, I fought with close friends to the point of nearly losing them, dealt with major medical crises in my family, and spent several nights staring at a black ceiling wondering how I was going to make it through the next day. It was a year of extreme highs, and extreme lows. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
I'm not one for making grand promises for the coming year. I have never been good at keeping to resolutions and I am constantly guilty of being unable to keep a consistent schedule for more than two weeks at a time. For 2019, then, I will set very simple goals.
1 - I want to be happy. I want this coming year to be full of laughter and smiles and silly jokes and days full of homemade sunlight and cloudless skys, regardless of the real weather outside my window. I know I won't be happy every day, but I want to try to be happy most days.
2 - I want to finish the stack of books at my bedside. There's five of them there right now, a couple I've read before, but I want to finish my new reads and re-reads. I want to get back into the habit of spending my spare time reading instead of fretting.
3 - I want to spend more time with the people I love. I know that I'll be seeing some of those people in the first couple of months of the year, but I want to spend the whole year working on my relationships with the people I care the most about and making sure that they know that I love them and I want them in my life.
2019. A year I want to fill with hope, and joy, and positive change. In this year, I want to open my life to better things than stress and pain. In this year, I want to smile more and share more love. It will be full of trying times, but I will fill it with good memories as well. I wish you all a good year to come.