New year, new me. For some people this
is a totally worn out cliche, but when New Year's never felt this
good, I begin to truly embrace it. I am really, honestly, and truly
content with my life. And it can only get better from now on. 2015
will be a year of change and I'll make sure of it. It's like some
fairy struck me with her wand, it feels so weird, but I am really at
peace and so is my mind. I am letting go of all the negative
feelings and bracing myself for the awesomeness of this year.
I am excited about myself. Yes, like
all the significant changes it happened overnight...and even though
my physique is still far from perfect, I no longer see an ugly,
unappealing face and body. I see a body that is the temple and a face
of a young, relatively handsome, talented man that is slowly, step by
step, learning to really appreciate and absorb the joy from the
smallest of things in life. And it's like every day, no matter how
big the bag under my eyes may be, I am getting stronger and
stronger...as if I was preparing for some kind of battle, ha. But
it's true, I am growing in power, in my inner power of
self-confidence, to stun the world and make my encounters and
contributions count. And with that state of mind, I can move
mountains, in all the areas of my life. Speaking of which, though
nothing is yet set in stone, I may have gained myself a designer to
collaborate with me on my upcoming project. It's about damn time I
did something with my creative ideas and that camera I bought.
Nothing will stop me now. And my London trip at the end of this month
sure is not making things any less exciting!
And I am excited about others. It, as
usual, may be premature to say this...But boy did I miss this
feeling, feeling that chill on your back, those butterflies in your
stomach. As much as my record with men has been...well, since the
history can remember, only negative, I've learned one thing. No
matter how bad it may end, the memories that are created in-between
the beginning and end of certain relationships are what truly counts.
It may ring a bit untrue, especially given my experiences and all the
bad blood that I have with the boys of my past...but it's true, there
are always moments worth remembering, it's just that we choose to
forget them and cling on to hate instead. Well, as I mentioned
earlier, I'm not clinging on to it anymore, I'mma simply cling on to
moving forward. That's it. So...with all the doubt and fear of
getting hurt, at the end of the day, it's all worth it.
I may not have much but I am slowly
learning to appreciate the good things in my life. May the universe
shower me with its blessings in the coming months. I sure will use
them to my advantage.
Unusually brief and hopeful,
A.
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