“It all started on December 31st 2016, at 11:30pm.
It was cold in downtown Denver, but Lina insisted on watching the midnight firework show. She was cold as hell, the bars were too empty and too loud, streets were packed with people of all ages, and she couldn’t wait to be done. Starbucks of all the places was the most attractive choice; a hot tea spiced up with some pocket rum would have to do.
The fireworks light up the sky, and 2017 was finally here. She did what she came here to do, she was free to go home now.”
You know, when you first pick up a book, you expect the first few pages to be exciting.
No.
2017’s prelude had nothing to do with the rest of it.
Because 2017 had so many cards up its sleeve. Good ones mostly.
Even if I knew this will be one of the best years of my life so far, I wouldn’t know what to wish for.
But maybe I did either way.
There’s a part of me that wants to boast about all the cool things I achieved this year, and it was a lot. I am so proud of myself.
It’s not the traveling that I did that warms my heart when I reflect upon this year. It’s not friendships, getting a new and good job, or being healthy and happy and even having some money in the bank. I’ve worked so hard for all of these.
It’s the fact that I finally feel like I have some control over my life. I finally feel that I steer, and my ship goes. There is still so much to understand, and get to know, but it all has to start from somewhere. In this case,
“…it all started on December 31st 2016, at 11:30pm. It was cold in downtown Denver…”