I said to myself this would be the year of taking chances. And in many ways it has been. I worked for 9 months with a therapist to sharpen my skills of self. I bared my soul, was lost in grief and found again. Death as I have come to realize in my 30's, is the final ending to infinite possibility and that's heart wrenching. But it's also allows for a rebirth if you let it. I decided I'd take my chances with my adventures and my heart. I traveled far away to see friends I felt needed me and learned about myself more than I would have guessed. I made impulsive decisions and allowed myself to be vulnerable a scared, two things I'm really really bad at. But this was the year of taking chances. And as my best friend reminds me, there is no use for a heart if you don't use it. But the rise and fall of love has always been so heavy on my heart that it stops me from taking chances.
So 2014 was about that. I could not have guessed that when 2013 was ending, but here I am, nearly some with 2014 and I made it.
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