Saturday, January 24, 2015

This Will Be Your Year

Tracklist: 
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson
Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria
Faint - Linkin Park
Better Than Me - Hinder
You're The Inspiration - Chicago

                                                                                   


I don't know how many times I heard someone say that twenty four days ago. I know it was enough to give me a headache. It also doesn't help that my 2014 experience was one for the history books. Travelling to London, meeting the man atop my bucket list, and being introduced to five of the most amazing women I have ever come across. It's safe to say I didn't want to leave 2014. But time marches on, as we've all heard so many times, and 2015 came in with a bang, or at least I assume it did (I was too busy lying in bed, watching YouTube videos, while the neighbors set off their arsenal of fireworks). I just gave myself away there..oops. No matter how badly I wanted to relive 2014 over and over again, the new year was screaming at me, practically begging for my attention. "I will be your year!" It shouted at me, over and over, and still continues if I'm honest. It's like it wants me to make the vow. It wants me to promise to work hard to make sure I enjoy my life. I can't say I was ready to sign that contract. Mainly because I don't know what doing so would mean and I've never been one to just go for it. There's something in the air though. I have so many great things already planned for this year, the year that will 'be mine'. I want to make this year 'mine'. I want to top my 2014, no matter how unrealistic that seems to me in this moment. I want to give 2015 the pleasure of knowing that I am going to work my hardest in making it another year for the history books. 

My first step, of course, is this blog. I have another one of these floating around here somewhere, but it's full of the past and I would rather not dig it up - that and I just can't for the life of me remember any of the credentials to get back into it. That was high school Callie, though. A Callie I absolutely do not want to be reminded about. So I move on. I love to write and this is where I will do just that. Here you can find me writing about friends, family, relationship, music, life in general, and whatever else I feel would be worthy to jot down. 

I cannot lie about the skepticism I felt at the beginning of the year. I had no desire to top the year I had just left. However, as I watch the people around me grow into such amazing people, I would rather not be the one left behind. So here is my formal acceptance of 2015's contract. I'm ready to sign my name at the bottom and make 2015 my year.

Callie
xx


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