Enough with the cliche “new year, new me” posts – that isn’t happening up in here.
What is happening? I’m going to do what I do best – tell some stories and share some feelings about the year that has finally slipped through my fingers.
2016, what a year.
A year that was full of completely life altering choices.
It was the year in which I decided not to move overseas, even though all I wanted was to keep running after I left Portland. It was the year in which I planted roots in Charlotte, a place that I honestly didn’t think I would ever end up. It was the year in which I opened up about my sexual assault, which happened so many years ago. It was the year in which I started dating again for the first time in almost half of a decade, my first time using dating apps and trying to avoid fuckboys (unsuccessfully). It was the year that I found and leased my first solo apartment, that I started to become comfortable with myself at last.
It was a year in which I often found myself crawling to my best friends to pick me up off of rock bottom. Over and over again they lifted me up, dusted me off and fashioned crutches out of themselves to carry me forward.
[shout out to my main ladies]
It was a fucker of a year.
But, you know what? I made it.
The year passed and decision by decision I built a life for myself. One that, if I’m being completely honest, absolutely rocks. Even when it sucks. Life can be full of some serious shit. The ups and downs are real and true and occasionally brutal. They are also beautiful and most importantly they move us forward … which leads me to my newest tattoo – my arrow.
A big THANK YOU to Travis at Fu’s Custom Tattoo for my tiny ink. It’s perfect. I love it.
So, you know what? It is a new year, but it isn’t a new me. It’s the same old me, just grown slightly over the past year and heading into the new year.
Let’s do this.