Okeedokee, 2017. I'd like to say I'm going to miss you when you're gone, but then I'd be a liar. You sucked. Big time. But the bright note is that you're almost over. The bright note is, barring any horrifying event ending in my demise, I get a bright shiny new year to start with tomorrow. Last year, I expected you to be horrible and way-too-challenging, and you were, 2017. You could have proved me wrong but you didn't. Thanks bunches for that, you jerk. So tonight, as the ball drops and I stand hand in hand with my beautiful mate, niece and nephew, I am going to kick you to the Philly curb and welcome 2018 with open arms.
Yes, 2018!! The year of wonder. The year of renewed discipline. The year of returned creativity. The year of kindness for kindness' sake. The year of refilled spirituality. The year of mended hearts and souls.
Believe me, 2017, I know better than most that it's okay to not be people's favorite. I know that the best lessons are often learned through the harshest means. I honor you for the taskmaster you've been.
But...I'll be overjoyed when 2018 arrives. My expectations for 2018 look wildly, and most pleasantly, different. You've got a lot to live up to, 2018, that's true. But I'm not worried. I believe in you.
May everyone have a safe last day of crappy 2017 and the most glorious day one of the year of living and loving magically! Welcome, 2018, my newest best friend!
Until next time...
