You look shiny and bright, but don’t get cocky since 2016 was a real dud. You have the same potential to be the worst year of many seeing as Al Capone of New York is slapping his orange buttocks in the holy seat of this America. As a lady, you’ve already dictated how I needed to take direct action to protect my health and my body. You’ve also put a fire under my ass to make sure I focus on my ability to have a future - financially and mentally.
I’ve started this year a little more blond, chubbier cheeks, and in slightly more pain, but I’m still trying to keep my optimistic hat on. It fell off pretty quickly last year, but I tied it down pretty tight.
I have a few more goals this year. One being that I’d like to see how long I can last at blogging everyday, getting back into art, and finally, have money in my savings account. It has cobwebs….it’s quite sad.
I’m definitely glad to see the back of 2016. It managed to squeeze a car accident, cancer scare, and sheer paranoia about my future all in the last three weeks. I suppose it really wanted to be sure it made a mark on my life, much like 2011 did. *Shivers* 2011 was a dark year, full of horribles and terribles.
So, I’m not going to “raise a glass” to 2017, a year that should have welcomed Bernie Sanders into office (Bernie would have won), but I’ll give you a soft high five. You’ve got a lot of respect to earn from the majority of the world. If ever there was a year to push yourself, this is is the one. We don’t get to fuck around anymore, too many serious changes are about to change the world as we know it. Adulting just became real and necessary. Ugh.