Farewell to 28
photo by Jocelyn RC
Dear Year 28,
You really tested me. I don't know if I've ever had more ups and downs than I did with you. We started the year together hopeful, uncertain about the future, but still believing that everything would turn out ok. Well, some things did and some things didn't.
You taught me that change is fucking hard, but it's the only constant. That sometimes love isn't enough, but we have to keep trying to find it. You also taught me that love starts from within.
You made me realize we're all kind of the same - trying to do our best and get by. No one really has it together even though they may seem to. Whether you're a size 2 or 12, happiness is hard to find and nothing is guaranteed.
You made it very clear that things aren't always what they seem on social media - and that I should stop looking at my phone after 9pm. That social media is really our highlight reel and those real, unfiltered moments are what makes us who we are.
Although, we started together, in love, working at one job, living in Brooklyn, we're ending our chapter single, at another job, living in Chelsea. I'm not mad at you, although I wish I had had some kind of a warning. I'm thankful for our year together, because I truly learned that life is unpredictable, but in the end if we're ok with who we are, we're going to be ok.
I'm ready, let's do this.