twenty-eight.

twenty-seven.  you were a learning experience.   you were rejection, jubilation, frustration, anticipation.  you were mornings waking up so sad i could barely breathe through the rushing of tears.  you were nights spent in delirious happiness with a man who makes me want to be my best self.  you were fear, in so many forms.  you were remembering to be a big sister first.  you were acceptance of the fact that my life isn't always going to go according to plan.  you were a second degree and the decision to pursue a new path.

twenty-eight.  i hope you're a year i can be proud of.  i hope there's more good than bad.  i hope i learn to control my emotions, not stifle them.  i hope i remember to live, and laugh, and love.  i hope there are more adventures to be had.  i hope i begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  i hope i learn more about everything.  just learn and learn and learn.  i hope you're the best year i've ever had.