This Isn't a Welcome 2017 Post.

That's right, folks. That title is telling you no lies. I'm not going to write about how sparkly and magical this new year is going to be. It's a new year, yes, we all know this. It's 2017 - it's an odd number. I don't like odd numbers but that doesn't mean I am automatically predisposed to dislike this year. 

I'm not going to say that I am motivated to make this year the best year possible. I'm determined to make smarter decisions that I did last week, last month, or last year. I want to grow and continue to grow but I am not going to set standards for myself of how much I should improve this year. It'll only disappoint myself in the long wrong.

Yes, I have goals and there are things I want to continue to achieve this year, well, really, this month but I have to take it one day at a time. I'm going to be okay. Right now, I feel so loved, and so capable of my artistic abilities. I'm going to be better.

Last year, I had one week off from work. One week where I got to relax and not wake up super early and have to drive with the other morning zombies to our final destinations. Last year, last week, I traveled to South Carolina to see the love of my life and spend every waking moment with him. I didn't take as many pictures as I thought I would but I have so many memories to hold on to.

Isn't that what truly matters, anyways? The memories.