January 2, 2017


It's a new year and, like many of you, I have fallen for the fresh start. I've taken a look back at the last 12 months (what a shit show!) and I've made goals for the next 12. But honestly, what do I even know? Nothing. Every December I wonder what another year will bring. I have hopes and goals and then what? Life punches me in the face and I realize my feeble attempts to plan are almost comical. My only hope is that I can be proud of the person I shape into with each strike.

I sometimes look at pictures of my past self and think, "so innocent, so naive to what's ahead." Well, here are some more pictures of me -- taken on the second day of 2017: so innocent, so naive to what's ahead. 

Because who the hell even knows?

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