What A Difference A Year Makes

Last year, my New Year’s celebration entailed tequila, s’mores and trouble. This year, my New Year’s celebration entailed folding onesies and staring at my son.

Last year, my resolutions were about being happier, stronger, wealthier. This year, my only resolution is to be present in whatever I’m doing, when I’m doing it.

Last year, I drifted off to sleep wondering if this life would ever hold the things I wanted most. This year, I drift off to sleep determined to honor all the grace and blessings I’ve received.

Last year, I felt my time slipping through my fingers like sand. This year, I face the future with delicious anticipation.

Last year, my stomach was flat and I thought of myself as fragile. This year, I have a thin purple grin between my hips, and a new understanding of my physical strength.

Last year, I was hopelessly in love with a man who didn’t respect or care about me at all. This year, I’m grateful for all the incredible men who show me such deep care and respect, and for my independence.

Last year, my professional strategy was to move mountains with as little personal growth as possible. This year, I’m carving through bedrock to get there.

Last year, I wished my parents a happy new year over the phone, from eight hundred miles away. This year, we’re all under the same roof.

Last year, I hoped that 2012 would bring me great things. This year, I hope to bring my greatness to all that 2013 has to offer.

What a difference a year makes!

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