Hey, it’s a new year.

And so, 2018 is done and dusted.

It’s been a rollercoaster of a year, I’ll say that much.

I’ve cried some, I’ve traveled (well, locally, that is) ; there were days that I am happy and that nothing could upset that. But I’ve learned a lot from 2018. About the true meaning of friendship; that the people who really care about you will consistently prove that to you.

2018 was also a year of new options. I’m realigning my dreams and plans, and I am praying as I take steps in realigning them. I hate having to do it, but sometimes, there’s also beauty in walking away.

There’s a possibility that there’s something better out there for me, too. It’s a scary, daunting step I’ll be taking this year. I hope I won’t be alone in it, though.

And, finally, this blog. My little space in the internet, where I share pretty much my verbal diarrhea. I promise myself to write more honest, raw posts–because it seemed that for the past two years or so, I’ve been glossing over more important things and focusing only on the pretty ones; the less substantial matters.

We can’t have that.

You can, however, expect more open, more honest, more raw posts to be read this year.

I’m pretty excited to see what this year brings.

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