It was quite a year.
A lot of things happened that I never thought would again. I lived on my own. I lived in Bellevue. I succumbed to some self-anesthetizing behaviors out of pain that I thought were all behind me. I cried and grieved and at times thought I might actually die from the pain and loneliness.
But I also did the work. Therapy. Kundalini. Energy healing. I learned. I grew. I got better. I changed. There is still much work to do, but I am no longer the same person I was. And that's a good thing.
I am starting this year as a totally different me. One I've never known before, but that I can't wait to spend more time with. This year has started off right: with good friends, having fun, dancing, singing, in safe company, cutting loose a bit and yet, making smart choices. That's the name of the game for the year ahead.
This is my year. I can feel it. There will be more blogs. There will be more writing and creating and sharing meals with loved ones. There will be more living. There will be new adventures. It's time for the change to crystallize.
I'm ready. More than that: I'm excited. It's been a long time since I truly felt that for the future.
Bring it on, 2018. It's going to be a good year.