dear 2009.

You were really strange, difficult, and beautiful. You were definitely the year of things not working out the way I thought they would. But that was okay, because I think you were also the year where I learned that the way I want things to be is not always the best.
You were the year of new friends, and of old friends becoming better friends.
I know it’s bold to say it, but I think that you were the year where I learned I could handle anything. Or at least a whole lot.
No resolutions, except to say that I’d like to learn to trust my instincts and let everything else go. Here’s to 2010, the year I leave my twenties behind.
xoxo.
Sarah