January taught me that there will be hard times when I feel down, but in the end I'll emerge, battered and dirty, but with a victorious smile.
February was full of beauty, good times, and a blooming sixteen-year-old girl.
March was when I caught up with life.
April was super long, full of poetry, and it taught me the importance of discipline.
May was when I really kicked my butt into gear, and warm weather finally showed up.
June was full of tears, kids, and lots of relationship-building between God and myself.
July brought along the end of camp, good friends, and the beginnings of piecing my life back together.
August was a big sloppy mess of both joy and sadness.
September was quite depressing, really.
October was when I learned that hot showers and a good night's sleep aren't always enough.
November was when I rediscovered beauty and why life is so worth it.
December was when I crawled out of the pit called "Fear" and started climbed the mountain called "Bravery."
Happy 2013. No, not 2014. 2013. We have a whole year to celebrate 2014. So, for right now, celebrate 2013 with me. It was beautiful, wasn't it?
I had a few hard months. Nothing horrible happened, but for some reason, they've been extremely hard. But as you can tell, over the past two months, I managed to turn that struggle into what will, one day, be a triumph. I'm at the edge the dock, ready to dive into the water. My fingers can almost brush against the stars. I'm learning to let God be my wings so I can finally fly.
And, without 2013, I wouldn't be here.
So, happy 2013.