all signs point to another un-kissed-at-midnight new years eve.
but i'm going to have a blast, regardless, ringing in the new year with flare.
i do not need a man.
i may want and wish and hope and pray, but at the end of the day, i am okay being just me for now.
i am enough on my own.
looking back at the beginning of the year, i have grown.
the measuring stick will tell you otherwise, but i have grown in inches of wisdom and heartache and joy and laughter.
the scale admits a smidge of increased weight, but does not show the pounds of friends and memories or convey the gratitude that fills my smiling heart, weighing me down into wonder at the goodness in my life.
with this new self, i prepare to enter the year of graduation and greatness, of romance and wild adventures, of fantastic family and friend outings, spontaneous singing and delirious dancing-- all with a boatload of cupcakes, for good measure.
my new years resolution:
i want to be honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and do good to all men.
i want to believe all things and hope all things.
i have endured many things and hope to be able to endure all things.
i will seek after anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy.