On December 31, 2017 I boldly (and soberly) declared that 2018 was going to be my year...this is how that turned out.
"People don't grow where they are planted, they grow where they are loved." - Bob Goff
2017 was a steaming pile of crap. You can read about it here. By the end of it, I had enough. So on December 31, 2017 I stood proudly and soberly (it was like 2pm) in my friend’s bedroom and said, “we’re not doing this again. 2018 will be my year.”
Bad things still happened this year (I’m typing this with one hand because the other one is broken), but I decided not to care. I accidentally threw my keys down a sewer and couldn’t stop laughing about it. I’m in a never ending battle with my health insurance company, but they don’t get to steal my sunshine. I also learned that most people are wonderful. My family went to crazy lengths to get my stuff out of Philadelphia. Two beautiful friends took me in so I wouldn’t be homeless (and watched an Alf marathon on the 4th of July). I reconnected with old friends who grew into amazing individuals. My brother and sister-in-law have let me crash at their place and use their washing machine countless times. I cried every day for the two weeks leading up to my departure from Philadelphia because I was overwhelmed by the love and support that surrounded me in this beautiful place that I was lucky enough to call home for 6 years.
Life is magical, even on bad days and the universe falls in love with a stubborn heart.
Here’s to 2019.
The above photos is from "Read This If". A beautiful book for anyone who is struggling.


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