When was the last time you were truly…truly happy?
It’s a difficult question for me to answer, because although 2008 has been a year speckled with twinges of memorable moments of laughter and friendship, it’d also been a year full of disappointment and tears and regret.
Even though, one cannot live in the past. No matter how much I’d like to turn back time and make it once more 2007–the year I thought I discovered who I am, the year I found passion and joy and bliss in helping others, the year I actually pushed myself and accomplished inconceivable amounts–I’ve got no choice but to look toward the future.
This year I’m not going to let men or breakouts or breakups get me down. I’m not going to say how pretty I was two years ago or how much I hate my hair now. There’s no point in wallowing in the negative, but there are only reasons to rejoice for being alive.
So here’s to 2009. The best year ever?