2017 was good. Everyone has slow times in their life, and I think 2017 was a fairly slow year; there was nothing completely groundbreaking, heartbreaking, earthshaking for me. I sprouted slowly, I took what came my way, I started to learn myself and how I work.
2018 will be a good year. A better year. This will be a year of love of all kinds. A year of acceptance. A year of accepting when I am lost. A year of accepting my own opinions and not changing them because other people think differently. This is a year of productiveness, of getting things done, of taking responsibility when I could have done better. This is a year of admitting when I need help, why I need help, and finding the sources that will help me. This will be a year of coming out, in whatever shape or form.
I will not slow down. I will do the things I want to do. I will go more places alone and feel content with that. I will continue to get to know myself, and continue to become my own best friend. I will rely on others when I need to. I will help others when I can. I will be happy. I will be sad. I will be angry. I will let myself feel those things. I will remain hopeful. I will take the good days with the bad days. I will try my damned hardest to be true to myself. I will laugh. I will cry. I will feel everything and anything that comes my way. I will conquer this year just as I did last year.