I woke up on December 31st feeling relieved. 2013 was not an awful year until I realized that I was giving my all to someone who didn't feel the same way, and that my friends didn't feel like my friends anymore, and that I had sorely neglected my overall education for my first two years of high school.
New Year's Eve was wonderful. I went to an old friend's house and we shot off a firework display that would put Macy's New Year's Eve to shame. I felt optimistic, I felt happy. It was 2014, and I would get a fresh start.
Everything was great this morning. I had my coffee and watched my Grey's Anatomy and fed my horse and it was a new year. Then once the caffeine wore off I realized that 2014 is just a number. Today is really just Wednesday. It's just another day, another hour, another minute. We act like the new year changes everything, but it doesn't. It doesn't unless you make it change.
I have a lot of work to do. I'm almost done "catching up" on my schoolwork. I'm starting some college classes in a couple of weeks and I honestly couldn't be more excited. I'm going to choose my company more carefully from now on. I'm going to take more time to do what matters to ME. Take more risks. Have more adventures (as totally cheesy as that sounds). I'm moving out in the next couple of years. My time as a kid is running out. It's 2014--I'm turning 18 this year, I'm starting college classes this year, I'm doing bigger, better things this year. I'm an optimistic person. I'm sick of feeling so bad all of the time. It's time to make some changes, and 2014 sounds like the year to do it.