My Year.

Last week was a big week for me. It was the closing of one chapter and the beginning of another. It was the week I turned 25. Before you roll your eyes at the very notion of a chapter of life being closed at the ripe old age of 24, you have to understand that 24 was a year unlike any I have ever had before. It was the toughest I've ever been through, in fact. My world basically turned upside down this past year, and its just now starting to right itself. Had you told me on my 24th birthday what was in store for me, I probably would have taken my party hat and ran. Ran back to the age of 23 when my biggest concern was whether I should have queso or pizza as my late night meal. But life changed. Circumstances changed. I changed.

That being said, I'm looking forward to a good year. I've decided that if I approach this year with an open heart and with a genuine optimism for the road ahead, that maybe, just maybe this will be my year.

My year to learn what it means to truly have faith.
My year to find out that I am so much stronger than I ever knew I was, and to always stand up for myself.
My year to take care of myself, to heal my broken heart, and to learn that being sad something is over doesn't mean it was ever right.
My year to see my worth and to not be afraid to let others see it too.
My year to try new things.
My year to be a kinder, more forgiving person.
My year to understand that though every person has good in them, not everybody is a good person to have in my life.
My year to surround myself only with people that make me happy, with people that truly care.
My year to find a way to make a difference in someone else's life.
My year to grow deeper in my relationship with my Father.
My year to do things that I would have never done before.
My year to laugh, to love, and to truly live.

Maybe if I will it...it will be. Maybe this will be my year.