2017 is over – goodbye, au revoir, adieu – and, truth be told, I’m not the biggest fan of the whole New Year situation (see: the correlation between NYE and panic attacks over the last 5 years). BUT! I am all for fresh starts and the shedding of pasts like old skins and the reassurance of having a second (or third or fourth) chance. I like the freedom of all the inspiring moments and achievements that are ready to wing their way to you and me this year (yes, I am including you, dear reader. You’re gonna smash it). However… I also feel the negative weight of (one of my least favourite phrases,) ‘New Year, New You’.
Let’s take a breath, for a second, and peek back at 2017 – I was, and I am, extremely fortunate, for it was a year full of ticket stubs and laughter and memories and courage and bravery and finding my feet that tiny bit more – and I want to continue to nurture all the good things I discovered (and many were small moments of rediscovery, thanks to the blanket of anxiety beginning to peel away) throughout 2018.
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