one day more

Alright. Hello.

So Christmas is over. And today is the 31st of December.
I don't really know what to write. I just feel like right now–the last 1:42 AM of the year–is pretty sacred. So let's ask myself one reasonably important question: what have I accomplished this year?

Hm.

Okay, I'm gonna be kind to myself.

I think I've done a moderately good amount of things this year, things that made it significantly different compared to last year–I think.

I think I'm a little proud of myself for completing the last 364 days. I didn't think I would make it–fact. Now, as I reflect upon the things of the past, I can also say that 2014 has been a rough year. But rough enough for me to learn more and to equip myself for the challenges of the next year. So many new things are going to happen next year. And I have to be honest:

I'm scared. 

That's right. Terrified, in fact. Things like upper-secondary, new subjects, new classmates. 

I must tell you something else: I'm learning to talk to Him more. This is good, quite frankly. The last year has been spent ignoring this sovereign deity but finally, I am slowly coming back. Slowly. I'm still having troubles here and there, but I know things are different. And things are changing. And I know they will continue to change, for the good (or bad) as time goes. The next year is in God's hands, and with His help I'm going to at least try to make things better. With His help I'm going to make new, more trustworthy friends, earn trust, excel in my studies, grow closer to my family, and altogether build a sturdy relationship with the Father. 

It sounds like big-talk, I know. But I'm willing to help myself. I am willing to make things better. 

I don't really know how to end this. This whole thing kinda just turned into a rant of self-embetterment. (pretty sure that's not a word)

But uh. I think, I'm excited, too. There's a whole new year of adventure just waiting for me. And although I am so scared and unsure, I cannot wait to walk through the threshold of two-one-zero-five. 

Happy New Year, reader. You are amazing, and I hope you have a blooming good year. 

xx.