Dear 2017...

Dear 2017...

Dear 2017, 

Your younger self sucked.

In so many ways 2016 was like the pimple that shows up on a first date, the unwelcome inappropriate uncle who's loud at every family event, the irony Alanis Morissette talks about. It was a royal pain in the ass. BUT despite all the bad I really got to know myself in 2016. Despite the shittiness I got to travel, to love, to be heartbroken, to cry...a lot, and to experience the highs and the lows, and to really understand who I am and where I want to be. 

I cannot wait to continue to do that with you this year. No year can be someone's "year." Every year will have the good and the bad, but it's up to us to remember the good and learn, and grow from the bad. We will always deal with loss, and anger, and political decisions that not everyone will agree with, but we need to learn to move past it. If we don't we'll be stuck fretting over a year that in the end won't matter anymore. All of these memes out there talking about how horrible 2016 was are definitely true, but the ones that say we just shouldn't talk about it are even more true. 

Let's forget last year. Let's focus on you. So far you're doing ok. So far I haven't wanted to hit the reset button and start you all over again (the whole 3 days since 2017 kicked off). After all if there's anything the horribleness of 2016 has taught me it's that I'm going to be ok. I'm going to make it through.

So cheers to you 2017 - you sexy son of a bitch!

Cheers to long nights with great people, to adventures, laughter, love, and more heartbreak. Cheers to the mistakes I'll make, the number of times I'll fall, and to the many, many memories to come. I trust you - and if you fail me, I'll always have next year.



The U. S. of A.

The U. S. of A.