The Year of The Free

We're less than a week in and, so far, 2014 sucks dogs balls. As far as I am concerned it can GGF.

I am naming 2014 the Year of The Free. 2014 is the year of acceptance and letting go. These light butterfly wings are just going to float up to the clouds, buffeted by the wind along the way but up and away. Away from the sadness, the disappointment and the pain. Oh, the pain.

I feel like I have been shot and my whole body is the exit wound.

I will breathe through this and handle it with grace; head on like a car crash. Bring on 2015.