A crazy girl’s reflections on New Years
That was my first time dating something with 2025. New years always gives me a weird feeling, but I think this year I don’t have to succumb to it. Usually I get anxious and stress about my youth ending, but I don’t think it has to symbolize that. After all, nothing really ended except for dating things / /24. It wasn’t really that different from any other day being over. Instead of the end of an era, New Years could be a celebration of how far we’ve come and a reminder of my growth.
2024 was an amazing year for me. I’m sad to say goodbye. I fell in love, got my heart broken, fell in love again, etc. I felt the full range of emotions. I dabbled in things I shouldn’t have, I started things I should’ve finished. But I don’t regret my decisions, because they led me to present day with my lovely boyfriend. Out of all my 16 years of life (unc status I know) 2024 was probably the most valuable for my growth as a person and artist.
That too- my drawing and poetry improved TREMENDOUSLY this year. I picked up roller skating, I won $1000 in a competition, I read 24 books and wrote over 70 poems, and I did fairly well in school. I should be proud of myself (should because we all know how hard it is to give ourselves credit).
I lost some friends along the way, but I also made new ones and rekindled old friendships.
Overall, I lost and gained a lot in 2024. I am sad that it’s over. But that doesn’t mean this era is over. If I’m going to mourn the end, I should embrace the new beginnings as well.
The sky is still blue, flowers still bloom, so we still have happy days ahead of us.