Friday, December 28, 2007

2007 can kiss my ass

This year was full of ups and downs as each year has been but for some reason this one just felt different. It was the intangible feeling of “what’s next” and not being afraid, but anxious, and looking at the glass like its about to overflow. This year I learned, and lived, and laughed, and breathed, and cried, and shouted, then was silent and enjoyed it. I found true passion and creativity. I danced, and drank, then stumbled free. I understood and had clarity, followed by confusion. I learned to be wrong and a revel in right. I was judgmental. I’ve always been. Always will be. Just something I accepted. I was infatuated and frustrated and lonely and loved and lonely and loved and lusted and ecstasy and love and alone again. I found God and not religion. As they are two completely different things. I learned that forgiveness is necessary. Especially for self. I forgave my self for allowing the world to dictate the person I might have become. I forgave myself fearing the unknown and turning away from the one think I desperately needed. I reevaluated friendships and family and finances and stability. Came to the conclusion that they are not etched in stone. They should be fluid. Allow them in and out and accept it as necessary change. Hold them as a part of my world, yet never put them on a pedestal. Its never definite. It hurts more when you assume they will be. I could write for hours and days or weeks but some aspects of my life are just not worth sharing. Either because they are too personal or just plain boring. Now, Officially 2007 can kiss my black ass (I mean this in the nicest way possible). I only have to look forward to what this next year will bring. I will not greet it with unfulfilling new years resolutions. I know myself better than that. I will promise to do more and do the opposite. So I hold no expectations for this year. I will deal with each day as it comes. Remaining true to the person I believe myself to be. Not wasting a moment with second guessing or regret. Live. Live. Live. Like the song says “Each breath is blessed responsibility.” The End.

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