Pretty Good Year

Am I the only one who has been writing 2018 without question? 2017 already feels so far away. So much happened and although I moved on from it and continue to heal from it, I can't help but feel so removed from the year already. That struggle to write out the year's new numbers is not a struggle. I catch myself thinking Oh man, I'll be writing 2019 soon!

Sure, 2017 had its low lows but a lot of good happened, as well. And that's what I'm going to focus on right now. Not that I'm ignoring the heartbreaks, but I think I've spun those records, that yarn--long enough. I had a lot of plans for 2017. I was going to do some very amazing (to me) things. I was going to push my body to new limits. But obviously a lot of that did not happen. So, since my body was unrelentingly below-par, I made new plans. And you know what? I tallied it all up in my mind and I had quite the wonderful year. I went on adventures, visited ten states, tried new things, miraculously recovered from a serious injury, and kept a pretty upbeat attitude throughout it all. There's room for improvement everywhere, but it was a pretty good year.

I'm not usually on board with making resolutions. But I can't help but feel like I need to move forward from this year and let its detritus fall from my shoulders and unwind from my hair. I'm ready for new challenges--of the physical, intellectual, and creative variety--and I want to laugh. I want to show and give love but also be left the hell alone. I want to not ruminate or destroy my spirit like I often do. I want to live not just under one rock but all the rocks. I want to howl at every moon and acquaint myself with every frequency of light.

I want to be okay.

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