This year sucked. It truly did but instead of ending the year crying and on my knees praying for a better year, I'm standing here, filled with confidence because I know 2019 is going to be my year.

2018 showed me it truly means to have the rug ripped out from under you and what it means to feel alone and powerless. I shed so many tears this year and I desperately for new beginnings every other second. 2018 definitely tried me but it also gave me a sense of vengeance.

2019 is going to be my bitch.

Crude language aside, I am so serious. I will make this new year the ultimate antithesis to all of the B.S. and downfalls this year has brought me. I will thrive and I will conquer because next year will not be yet another year that I end feeling depressed and sorry for myself. I want to end next year with excitement and anticipation because that's what I deserve.

I won't sit here and make ridiculous resolutions and pacts with friends that this new year is going to be my best yet. I won't sit here making promises. Instead, I'm just going to make it happen. Planning hasn't gotten me anywhere in the past and planning won't bring me anything but wasted paper. I want this new year to be epic and I want it to be filled with triumphs.

We all deserve to have a kickass 2019. Take those written words on paper and make them a reality because I don't know about you, but I am tired of making the same plans every year because every year, I never complete my goals.

I don't know exactly what I am going to do with a new set of months, but I am hell bent on making them the best I have ever lived, and I intend to make every year after even better; setting myself up for utter happiness. I want to start doing and stop saying.

2019 – let's finally do this.