January, you came and left so quickly. I wish I had a the chance to say ‘farewell’ to you, but you seemed so rushed, I wouldn’t have caught up to you if I tried. Sadly, you weren’t as eventful as I’d hoped you be, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed for you, February.
Although you weren’t so kind to me last year, and will most likely bring about a heartbreaking moment or two on that familiar day, I am still holding my head high, tear-filled or not, and am going to press on. I am determined to make this year my year. To make this year a better one than the last and all the others that have passed, combined. I was too focused on terrible things to notice that January had come and gone, but February, I’m going to keep my cool and make sure that you will be 100% better than last year.
I’m ready for a new start, I’m ready to smile again. I’m ready to really be me.