As 2014 closes and a new year begins, I sit completely alone in my house with a book and a nice head cold. I’m typing this on my phone since my laptop is upstairs and, like always, I’m far too lazy to walk up the steps to grab it. 2014 was an interesting year. I felt lost through most of it. I was taken away from a city that I loved and felt like I belonged to and reintroduced to a city that I’ve lived my whole life. I learned that things will work out if you think they will through hard work and determination. No one is going to hand you anything, you have to work for it. I made many new friends and new connections. I learned how to make a schedule that I’ll actually stick by so I won’t leave something to the last minute. I was introduced to a new way of writing and reflections on the world around me. I learned how to walk in heels. This past year I have slowly realized who I am as a person and the steps to take to become the woman (gasp!) I want to be. I have a plan. I have goals. I have lists for the new year and as cheesy and sentimental all of this shit is, it’s nice to look back at what I’ve achieved during these last 12 months.
My goals (not resolutions) for 2015 are to watch 50 new movies, read 50 new books, start eating better, use French more frequently, become more involved in the blogging community, and not let the anxiety take over.
Happy 2015! Let’s make this a great year.