Get outta here, 2014!

This song creates the overall feeling of this blog post. I just discovered this band and they make my life so much better.

"Moving Forward" - Colony House

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMioT5A-5xM

I got a few pieces of fabric today to give a little warmth to the dingy white apartment walls. (I would paint them.. but paint is kind of permanent and not allowed..)

My awkward old clothes are being thrown in a pile to send either to a thrift store or the trash. (And the whole time I'm thinking did I seriously wear THAT?!)

Throwing away some pictures and putting up new ones. (Because junior high).

I think I'll buy a planner this year. (And actually USE it).

Welcome, Twenty Fifteen. Man, have I been waiting for you! 

It is time. Time for a new year. Other years I have probably muttered something about life moving too quickly. This one? I could not be more grateful for a new start. 

I cannot remember a time I was more excited about the New Year than Christmas. This is a first. 

This new year holds hope and life. I am more ready for it now than ever. 

2014 marked an end for many things in my life and other's lives. I can't explain it, but I think even a year ago I sensed it would be that type of year for me. I knew graduation would be one part... but I didn't realize the extent of how many things would end this year. 

I've done a lot of grieving. A lot of rethinking.

And God has been doing a lot of redeeming in the midst of it all. As always. 

So here I am one year later and you know what? I am ready. 

Ready to brush away the cobwebs. 

to embrace passion for life.

to write.

to compose.

to sing.

to teach.

to inspire. 

to dance.

to dream again. 

As the song I posted beautifully states: 

"And now bursting forth in splendor are the blossoms of second tries, because dreams that bear the mark of love are dreams that never die." 

I'm alive. If I'm alive... that means God wants me to be alive. His breath is in my lungs. And if I am alive... I am surely meant to dream. Not every dream becomes reality... 

But some dreams DO. 

So I'm moving forward. 

Here's to 2015: a year of hope, second tries, and a revival of our dreams!

Oh and lots of Nutella... because I JUST discovered how amazing it is. (And let's face it.. that should have happened in 1992. I'm a little behind).