Hello, Goodbye.

2011…personally a good year…but also really terrible. Every family has a hospital-year, and I am hoping that was ours, because if that’s the case, then it wasn’t that bad. In 2011…I started it fresh out of school, quit my retail job of FOREVER, got a five-year watch, started getting over things…mom got breast cancer, mom got surgery, started chemo…mom is clear of cancer cells. Please stay that way. Tito B got sick, but he’s quickly on his way to recovery. This year I never prayed so hard. I never had to sit in a circle with my mom, dad, and sister to make a plea to God, and repeat that every night. I never cried just from a thought. I never had any idea about how short life is. How important people are. And how “You only live once” is painfully true. 

And in 2012, I don’t believe this world will end. But in case it will, I just want to do this. I’m gonna bury my broken heart once and for all. I’m going to eat healthier (dun dun dun) and re-join the gym. -____-. I’m gonna be happier, but I’m gonna ween myself off the happy-serum (alcohol). 

I don’t expect this year to be amazing. I don’t expect this year to be terrible. I’m just going to take it for what it is. 

When I was younger, I was hanging out with Ate Carley. I asked her, “What’s your favorite and least favorite years of your life?” And Carley, ever so wisely, said, I don’t ever think of years to be better than any other. They’re just different and good in each of their ways. 

I think about that every New Year. And I haven’t reached that zen enough to feel that exact same way, but you have to at least try.