One Final Thought.

I've had a colorful year all while wearing black. I found my roots and did it Texas style a. k. a. Kick ass and ask questions later. Love was always up for interpretation and I think i found a version that I like. Music will always heal, support and take me spiritually higher. Keeping a journal will always document that I HAD done something with my life and prove that I kept getting up even when Life decided to keep me down, as a test of course. Books will always be an escape and hobby. I'm smarter than I give myself credit for. I will always write letters no matter the time it takes to write them. Creativity will always be better and appreciated when encouraged and not forced. But most of all, I always stayed in the truest form of self through it all. My only advice for the New Year is: Be the first to laugh at the dumbest things, speak your mind often, cry privately and probably to a Glee number, dance stupidly and enjoy it, take a mulitivitamin, don't drink AND drive; do one or the other, kiss the one who has your heart every chance you get, listen to the wind, feel the sunshine on your skin and look at the moon and stars every night and marvel at the show they put on.