At the beginning of 2013 I didn’t really have a whole lot of expectations. I was still struggling with a break up, moving, money issues and health problems. I didn’t dare expect anything as I didn’t want things to come crashing down any further.
2013 has been a year of transition – physically (I moved again in June), mentally and emotionally. Without noticing, the year has passed me by without me noticing much at all; but when I look back I can see how things have changed for me. I am now living in a friendly little flat I rent, and which I can see myself living in for a long time. I am beginning to see an ever-so-slight improvement in my health. I am less stressed. And I am starting to feeling hopeful again.
So I guess as I go into 2014, I am feeling cautiously hopeful. I don’t expect next year to be amazing, but at the same time I know it is still a possibility; a lot can happen in a year after all. I am not planning on jumping into 2014 all guns blazing with the result of burning myself out. Instead, I am simply making the quiet choice to continue making small progresses with my life and hopes and dreams, as I have been doing for the past few months.
And as I go out of 2013, I am grateful for the slow, almost imperceptible, transitions that have happened within my life over the past year. I know I needed this year to get back into place, ready to face the next stage of my life.