I’ve had a rough year. I’ve stuggled with school, money, weight, and just being myself in general. It’s been a hard year and the worst part is, the struggle wasn’t painful, it was hollow and lacking purpose. And now that it’s Christmas break and I can just be, I feek like things are going to get better. As cliche as it sounds, I think 2015 is my year and I honestly can’t wait for the new year. I can’t remember a time in my life when I was this excited about a new year; they were always just kind of there. But for some reason this one feels different. It holds possibility and hard work and maybe even love. Maybe because I’m in college and I’m on my own or maybe it’s becuase I’m going to be 20 this year and I’ll no longer be a teenager. Whatever the reason, I hope it last.
I spent the entire year worrying about what I am going to do with my life and I’ve finally realized that it’s okay to not know and that it’s okay to take it one step at a time. I’ve decided on a location of the country I want to attend grad school, the northeast, and I don’t need to make any more life changing decisions until at least August. And there’s something freeing in having a lack of in life. Maybe this year I’ll be better at everything, including keeping a steady blog, but who knows.
Flawless and Fetching 