Having survived my first New Year’s without either of my parents I feel like it really is a new year for the first time in, well, ever. To the old me, it was always just a day for having fun and not going to school (or work in this year’s case). I never made resolutions or anything of the sort.
This year isn’t like all the rest though. I’ve decided to try and get the life I want despite everything that’s been thrown at me. Does that mean going back to college and getting the job I’ve always wanted? Not necessarily. Right now, that just isn’t plausible for me with the threat of losing my home. Can I try my hardest to not work everyday at a job I hate, like I watched my dad do? Yes.
After a lot of thinking, I’ve decided to try and make enough money through jobs that I control to stay at the part-time job I’ve found and love. Hopefully, one day, I’ll be able to not need that and be able to not worry about money. I don’t know if it will be through freelancing of some sort, an online job or selling something, but I want a job where I’m (mostly) the boss.
These past two years have been the worst of my life, and I doubt I’ll have any worse years. It might be the mostly dead optimist in me, but I actually have a good feeling about 2017. Sure, a lot of bad things are still happening and I’m no where near out of the frying pan, but for right now, I want to believe in the resiliency of the human spirit. I want to believe that my life, and other’s, won’t keep getting worse. I want to believe that I can be happy again, even if not right now.
So here’s to 2017 being a good year, a better year, or even a “meh” year. If you made a resolution, I wish you luck. If you didn’t, that’s ok! This is gonna be the year of you-do-you!