Dear New Year,
There are so many things I don’t know about you. But, then again, there are so many things I don’t know about me either.
Up until this point, my life has been predictable. Go to school, get good grades, go home for breaks, work in the summer, and so on. I’ve always known what the next year will bring.
When I look at you, New Year, I see a vast unknown. I see the path beneath my feet stretching into a fog. All I really see is what is directly before me. In a way, I see you, but I don’t know what you will bring.
Where will I go? What will I do? They seem like such simple questions, but the answers are blank.
I’m excited to see you, New Year. I’m ready to take the leap into the unknown. I’ve been waiting and wondering about where I fit into this big, beautiful world. I’m ready to find out.
I have never been one for resolutions. I don’t like empty promises. I avoid concrete vows that never actually happen. But I’m all for having hopes.
This year, I hope to grow in my relationship with God.
I hope to get closer to figuring out my place in the world.
I hope to know myself better.
I hope to be a good daughter, sister, and friend.
I hope to take care of my health–physically, mentally, and emotionally.
I hope that I will be better at giving of my money, time, and love.
I hope to better at empathizing and seeing things from the perspectives of others.
I hope that, wherever I go, I will make the world a little brighter.
New Year, even though I don’t know what you have in store, I welcome you with open arms.
All my love,