2011 was a year of extreme highs and lows and a lot of the in-between. I floated on clouds, drowned a little, refused to drown, lived months in a daze and found happiness in the strangest places at the most perfect moments. And really, this is how every year should be spent, with joy and heartbreak and love and much-needed hugs. Watching cheesy/wonderfully addicting TV shows, screaming and giggling swooning like schoolgirls. Playing board games with your roommates, alternating between hating your opponents for “sorry-ing” you and laughing at how seriously you all take this game. The highest of the high, when you lie warm in bed at night, unable to fall asleep out of wonder at how lucky you are. The lowest of the low when you break down sobbing to your best friends about your worries for the future and the fears that you’ll never be where you want to be in life, only to have them pick you back up and remind you that happiness is a choice, not a goal, and that if you really want something, you must make it happen.
I'll admit I wasn’t exactly happy much of the time this year, but looking back I see that this was actually a pretty good year. There is no way in hell I would do it over again.
But there is no way in hell I would take it back either.
So I’m saying goodbye to the last year of my life and turning my face toward the possibilities of the next. I’m so excited for all the huge adventures and little moments to come.