2017.

2016.

The year that came in like a lion, 

and out like one as well.

A true test of faith, love, agility, and focus.

A year of discovery.

A year of changed paths.

A year of self destruction and improvement all at once.

2016 was the hardest year I've ever faced.

I watched as my well planned journey took a detour,

 and shifted my entire mind.

I danced in celebration of finding inner confidence 

and love for myself.

I screamed as everything fell apart, 

and cheered as I saw myself pulling it back together.

Maybe it's not perfect, but it's a work in progress.

That is my 2017 in theory.

A year of rebuilding.

I fucking hate resolutions.

I never make them, 

and I hate hearing about them.

I see ahead now. 

I'm not planning anymore.

I will follow as the run rises and sets.

It's going to be really a test of mind over matter.

Cheers to you, 

for making it through a historically strange year.

Thank you to my followers for reading, 

supporting, and encouraging me always, 

especially through this year through some pretty tough times.

Happy New Year.

I wish any eyes that glance across these words a year of revival.

I love you all, 

K.