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2017

Well, it's that time of year again. New Years. Here I am again, sitting here, blogging, wracking my brain on what the hell I did in 2016. 2016 wasn't my year, but it wasn't a bad one. It was just a year of living. Another year gone by. Another year older. Another year I wonder and what I did. January, February, March... etc. I'm sitting here in bed next to my sleeping husband and then I ponder what I did all year. Well! We didn't get divorced! We made it to another year of marriage! We're both a live. You know relationships, all and any kind of relationships are not easy. But when you deicide to not work together anymore is when the relationship will fail.

 I'm not perfect and I never or ever will claim to be. I'm just me. Living my life. Surrounding myself with my family and friends. Getting rid of the negative and only thinking of the positive. Always moving forward. Life throws you some pretty hard shit sometimes, but you take it for what it is, live it, be it and do the best you can being the best of who you are. It doesn't always mean that it's the right decision but it's your decisions that you've made to the best of your ability. You will never make everyone happy, not everyone will agree with you, but that's okay. Be true to yourself. Don't preach at others if you yourself aren't right in your own life. How can you tell someone else to make changes in their life, if you can't take your own advice? Lead, by being an example. If there's something you need to change, then change it. Make a genuine effort to change for the better. Always easier said, then done.

 I don't know what 2017 has in store for me. I'm not going to go looking for it. I'm not soul searching to find myself. I don't need someone to fix me. I am just me. Perfectly imperfect.

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