When I began writing this post, I was up in Massachusetts at my parent’s house where the furnace conveniently broke the day before I arrived. So my writing spurt was cut short due to my fingers beginning to show signs of frostbite. Ok, ok, fine. That is slightly exaggerated but they were reaalllllyyyy cold! Stuffing them back inside my sweatshirt pocket semed like a better idea at the time.

So, 2016. Two words, good riddance. Chances are, if you’re reading this, you have similar sentiments and are just as happy to see two thousand and sixteen go bye-bye. Am I right? It was a hell of a year; full of turning points, pain, loss, transition and tragedy. As always, accompanying the negative events were some positive; though few and hard to see at the time.

For eight out of the twelve months, it seemed as if time had me harnessed, directing me where to go without option to change direction. Why? That was a question I asked A LOT. And I never really received an answer until now. All that I endured had underlying lessons learned in time; patience, strength, self-love, surrender. So many that, until now, were masked.

Here I sit, on the first day of 2017, a different person since walking through the fire that 2016 ignited. Last night, some of my best friends and I lit lanterns and sent them up into the sky with intentions for 2017. It was magic and at one point, mildly dangerous. Fire in the hands of those who find Fireball and keg stands a good idea… well… I’ll let you draw conclusions there.

Here’s to a new year. An opportunity (that I have a little bit of resistance towards) to start over in a new city, on my own two feet. Today, I wrote out what I want in life for the next year. Not in terms of expectations… dreams and intentions. There is a big difference.

Once again, good riddance 2016. Onwards and upwards! Wishing you the best year yet.

Love.