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2011 was a fantastic year. Sure, there were a lot of shitty parts of it, such as, say, my grandma being hospitalized and having to live in a nursing home for awhile. That sucked hardcore. I got my heart broken, but to be fair, that was my fault. I had to work a million swing shifts at Kohl’s, which was kind of terrible, but at least it was employment. The parents keep not supporting me in my transition, and that’s stressful, any my best friend told me something similar. So yeah, bad stuff, I suppose. But fuck, did I accomplish a lot. I mean, I’m me! Fucking finally! How many New Years in a row have I wished to accomplish that? I finally did it. And I’ve been me long enough that it really feels like my natural state which, when I realize it, just make me grin so damn hard. I got my masters with a 4.0! I wrote a fucking book! I got a short story published in a legit Lit Mag! I started having an adult teaching job! I bought a goddamn house and started living on my own! I visited my boyfriend, of like 7 years at this point, for the first time, met his family, and didn’t die from it! Not to mention, I helped put plans in motion to get him living in close physical proximity to me, finally! Yeah, when all is said and done, 2011 was a fucking fantastic year, and I am in such a better place now than I was at the beginning of it, it isn’t even funny.

In any case, it’s the time of year when you make resolutions, and decide what this year is going to be about, for better or worse. I have my resolution: Relax. For so long I’ve been stressed about needing to transition, needing to get out of school, needing to get to a point where I can get my life on track… and I’ve done it. I did that. I worked damn hard, and I did that. I deserve to have some fun. I deserve not to push myself crazy hard working on another thing and another thing and not be happy with what I’ve accomplished. I’m not saying that I shouldn’t accomplish things, goodness no, but I’m saying that, for once, I should put some focus on making sure I enjoy what I accomplish, and that I have enough time to breathe and, well, relax. Maybe it’s selfish to say, but I feel like I’ve earned a little relaxation, and I often self-flagellate myself out of actually taking it or enjoying it. This year, I’m going to try to take that time. Maybe I’ll take a vacation I plan myself for the first time in my life. Or maybe I’ll just enjoy actually having my wuff next to me on the couch for once when I get home from work. Either way, I’m going to relax, and enjoy my new-found happiness.

Here’s hoping 2012 is as awesome as 2011.