31 December 2017

2017 Recap & New Year's Resolutions

2017 Recap & New Year's Resolutions 

Today is New Year's Eve. I have my cinnamon oatmeal and coffee. Sometime this afternoon, I will get dressed to celebrate the year's end and the year to come. Just like last year, I sat down reminiscing about this year and feeling hopeful about the next.

I have high hopes for 2017.

1. Let go of fears and just go.
2. Go on more adventures.
3. Be patient.
4. Continue to be kind.
5. Give a compliment a day.
6. Make every day as poetic as the last.
7. Write out the words I hadn't the chance to speak out loud after each day.
8. Meet new, wonderful people.
9. Dance until everything is better than ever,
10. Be the best version of me I could possibly be and continue to grow.

I managed to do most of what is on the list on and off and on again. My favorite was the first. Especially because the last quarter of the year left me saying goodbye to my therapist. It was both scary and thrilling. I’ve been enjoying life as a bibliophile and an English major. Though the work load may have brought on near meltdowns. My confidence is at a surplus. I have better clothes to show off my new-found confidence. Plus, I’ve had better coffee this year. COFFEE IS IMPORTANT.

2017 was a very personal year for me. That sounds insane. I know. Besides, the insane and childish politics, I did my best to keep a promise to myself that I made on New Year’s Eve in 2016.

2017 was a momentous year of growth and learning. It was fun. It was challenging. There were some adventures and there were many firsts. 2017 taught me that I am stronger than I think. This past year brought new friendships and opened many doors. Just like any year, this year had its difficulties, but there were many more ups. 2017 was a wonderful year for me. I’m looking forward to 2018. Cheers!



06 December 2017

Closing the book and starting afresh.

Closing the book and starting afresh.

The past couple of years have been a roller coaster. In the beginning, days were nearly impossible to get through. Anxiety was kicking my butt. I felt the need to cry all the time and I was depressed. I began to see a therapist to seek help before my depression consumed me completely. My life changed for the better.

For weeks, I've been going back and forth with my therapist. Everything is good in my world. She says, “Darianne, you don’t need me anymore.” She is right. For the longest time, I was seeing her biweekly and sometimes not at all. I realized I’ve been standing on my own for a really long time. All I needed to do was take the training wheels off. It’s a little scary to think about walking away from my sessions, but it’s what I need to do. Also, she was about ready to give me the boot (I’m only kidding. Sort of).

It's a bittersweet moment for me. I had my last therapy session last Friday. I'm so grateful to my therapist (now former) and this journey I'm on. 

Just like my new journal (my old one is half finished, but no longer needed or wanted), I'm starting afresh. I'm considering the old book I called "My Life" a terribly written prequel. This is where my story begins. I'm calling it "The Moment She Started Living". 

And I thank you. Yes, you who took the time to read this post. I've only gotten started and blogging is going to play a bigger roll in my book. I hope you stick around. Cheers to you!

And cheers to a new beginning!


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