Dear two-thousand and thirteen,
I just want to say that you were a good year to me. I did a lot of first this year. I rode on a fairy and took a tour under the Golden Gate Bridge, I went to amusement parks, I went to Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk, I started taking a lot more pictures, my persona style has defined itself a bit more and I am more confident in myself than I was a while ago. I won't say that your days didn't stress me out, but over all, you were a good year. Between working and the drama that comes with it, I am proud to say that I have grow. Not just intellectually but emotionally. From a regular cashier to a supervisor and that was just in a span of a work year.
Oh, dear 2013, you tried my patience but thankfully I am still whole and looking to cross as many of my items for this upcoming year, but some very important ones, I have already crossed off.
2013 was the year I came to terms with my mom's passing and I am very glad and happy to say that I am okay. I still miss my mother greatly, but I accepted that my mom is gone and not coming back. Acceptance was something that I didn't write on my list of to-dos this year, but I'm glad to have crossed off.
So, 2013, thank you. I expect 2014 to be a year that brings me the fruits of my labor this year. I also hope that I get to experience many more first next year. So, cheers, 2013. You were good to me, but all good things come to a close at one point or another. I will remember you fondly.
With much love,