January 1st is coming to an end, and it seems to have passed like some kind of blur. Just a few short hours ago I was trudging around Leeds recovering from the night before, and yet now I’m in bed more tired than ever – and at 8.30pm as well!
This year I went away with my friends and their boyfriends to Leeds for New Year, instead of the usual Cleethorpes routine we always do. It was good, different, and it wasn’t long until the cocktails started flowing. I never got the chance for a New Year’s kiss, but the first time in a long time, I didn’t mind. I didn’t feel too awkward. I was out and making memories with my friends, and that has to count for something.
Of course, people consider 2016 a pretty bad year, and even on the night out there was some inevitable drama and falling out, but the next 365 days offer 365 chances to make the most of life, even through the bad times. Just because something seems bad in the moment, doesn’t mean it can’t get better in the future. Sometimes we need the disappointments and the mistakes in order to grow into better people.
Last year I failed to do most of the things I’d planned to do, but work has got so torturous recently that it’s finally giving me the push to look for new jobs elsewhere. The bad is informing the good, the journey to my real ambitions.
It seems cliche, but I really am going to try and make 2017 my year. I’ve had my fair share of good and not-so-good experiences, which you’ll probably find out about over time, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to give up on enjoying things even more.
I’ve already gone from severe depression and anxiety to basic self-acceptance in the space of a mere five years or so – and I believe things can only get better from here on out, because after all, every cloud has a silver lining…