Your feeds are probably exploding with 2012 posts. What with a variety of resolutions scattered about the place, some good and some ridiculous; a mishmash of bring-it-ons about the end of the world.
I am here.
Before 2010 began, my heart was broken (let's just say the guy added insult to injury) and I was beaten down. I said 2010 was going to be the year I found love (or rather, be found by love) and I was hopeful. Let's say I was in a relationship that year, but things didn't work out with him. Somewhere in the middle of it all, love did find me. New Year's of 2011, I felt hopeful and slightly downtrodden.
Last night, while fireworks surrounded me and as I breathed cold and smoky air, I felt hopeful. I felt like this year is going to be as good as any, because despite how difficult things are, the years that come are still so beautiful. So much is about to happen that scares me out of my wits, but I am here.
I'm hopeful. I'm scared. I am here.
