2014, the year of learning, living, hurting, loving and more learning. Probably one of the greatest years that definitely shaped my life, no mistake about that. It was the year of my first apartment, the first time I got to decorate my own living room and cook in my own kitchen. It was the year I got my first tree and learned that maybe chinese leftovers for two weeks straight isn’t the smartest thing a 23 year old with her own kitchen should be doing. It was the year of responsibility but also the year of class. Prefering wine over vodka, nights in with the girls instead of sweaty bars and smelly clubs in New York City. Preferring tv show reruns and tea until 3 am instead of bottle service til the crack of dawn. Realizing I wasn’t born to work for anyone but myself, Be my own boss and run my own show. Realizing that perhaps I wasted tons of time with the wrong people. But then again realizing that it wasn’t time wasted since I walked away learning. Realizing that you only need about 3 good people in your life because those are the ones of who keep it the realest. Lessons and adventure? I was knee deep in both. Which makes me truly grateful.
Not to mention smarter.
And here we are again, page 1 of 365. My main suggestion on how to take on the new year is to take it on classily and gracefully. The glass is half full — NO MATTER WHAT, so chug that bitch. Challenges like bricks will be thrown at your face, and whether or not you’re ready, you have to it take the bull by the horns. You’ve got to be your own internal PR department and spin those challenges around in the best, most graceful way imaginable.
I’m of the opinion that humans are like wine —
that we get better with age. 8 years ago I was a total moron, and now, I’m just kind of an idiot. By the time I’m 30, I may very well be smart.
Never let your best days get behind you. That’s called giving up. Raise the glasses to those who try and bring you down. Smile and wave, make sure they see it because for all we know, they’re only waiting to see us fall down– HARD. And in the paintball of life, if you give up you’re multicolored and covered in welts. Personally, I don’t like paint and welts hurt like a motherf*cker. There’s no reason to give up when the ride isn’t even halfway over.
-Shooting in 20 degree weather at a beach in New Jersey-
I dig what I see in my rearview mirror, but I’m also pretty damn psyched about where my car’s headed.
Do yourself a favor and enjoy the ride. Here’s to 2015. Make it yours.
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