Dear 2012,
I have the highest hopes for you. 2011 let me down in possibly the worst of ways. My life changed forever. The way in which I view family, love, and honesty have been forever altered because of the events of early 2011. However, 2011 taught me a lot about myself. It has been a year that I have undergone the most change, partly because I had to and partly because I wanted to.
I learned that I am a lot stronger than I ever thought I could be, both for myself and for my father. I went from being in deep sadness to shutting off and being cynical. Halfway through the year I realized that neither were working. I learned to take things day-by-day and let myself feel what needed to be felt based on that day, not the past or future. I learned that there is a balance to everything. I’m proud to say that I balanced school, newspaper, and work so that I could still have time to cook, clean, and do every other household chore imaginable. Who says that women can’t do it all? I learned to open up to my boyfriend in a way that I never have been able to with anyone else because he is the only person who understands what I have gone through.
2012, you are a new year and I hope you bring new things. I want to go to graduate school. I want to move out of my house because there are just too many memories of things that no longer exist here. I want to continue to grow emotionally and mentally. Most of all, I want to be happy. I want everyone in my life to be happy. Cheers.
