I am a girl who likes lists. I also like planning. The end of the year gives me both. The illusion that things will change because I choose to, the hope that I will be able to. 2013 was a banner year in good and bad. I believe that it has been a crazy, inspired, heartbreaking, lovely, devastating, 364 days so far, and I have become a different person because of it. Decisions I’ve made and the decisions of people around me have molded me into something else than the person I was before it. I’m still a little broken, a little guarded. I have issues that if I’m not…

And honestly, as they said about that “You can’t come home again.” It kind of felt like that. And that’s not a bad thing. Last night, I went to my old department’s Christmas party, after being absent from shindigs, get togethers and the like for about 4-odd years. Things have changed significantly. I’m incredibly proud to say that a lot of my friends have moved up and to better things. People have found love, people have lost the same. We’re all different people from the Marketing of my past, and it was good. I don’t think I’m explaining this how I want to. I guess all I’m trying to say…

From when I heard it to now, to every single day: