I’ve made my decision for 2016,” she announced proudly, sitting up. “Fire away then,” he said, his grin matching hers. “I am done,” she paused for effect. “I am done crying over things I regret not doing and I’m done regretting things I did. I’m done worrying myself sick about what the future will bring and I’m done trying to change my past.” He’d expected her to announce how she’d stop smoking, how she’d quit drinking, so he couldn’t help being confused at her words. “What are you gonna do?”
“I’m going to live my life to the fullest. I will burst into tears when I feel like it and I won’t stop until I feel better. I will laugh until my stomach hurts. I will embrace heartbreak and pain as much as joy, because without sadness there is no happiness. I will let go of people who make life hard and will welcome people with open arms who make life beautiful. I will scream at the top of my lungs, dance in my underwear, sing in the shower and spill my feelings to anyone who will listen. I’ll take care of myself. I want to be happy. And I will be. What else would I want for a new year, a new start? 2016
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