As I reflect on my year I feel apprehensive of 2017

My final semester as a college student and my age creeps away further away from the teens

I am proud of my accomplishments, despite them being few

I don't know how to feel though with starting anew

I am not ready to spend the rest of my life working in a job that makes me unhappy

Trying to save the world when I can't save myself

Will my anxiety manifest in another part of my body?

Or will I become a confident, successful woman still without a partner besides me?

Will I lose another childhood friend due to foolish disagreements?

Will I lose a part of myself in the hopes of finding a companion or will I be content with being alone?

Will my financial instability be undone?

Will my straight A's provide me with a full ride to Graduate School?

Or will I become an enemployed, unhappy, "spoiled brat" Millenial?

Will I continue to suffer with periods of unhappiness and unyielding worrying?

Will I put my total faith in God who has gotten me thus far?

Will I not have to worry about money, the rights that I have over my body as a woman, and still earning 75 cents to a man's dollar?

Will I travel where there is everlasting happiness?

Living like I'm in Vegas where the company of others made me finally celebrate life?

Will I be constantly be seen as a little poor girl from the South Bronx?

Or will my internships and this fancy degree make a difference in my life compared to those before me?

Will I continue to make new friends and allow strangers to partake in my company?

Or will I reinforce my iron gates to protect myself from betrayal?

I ask 2017 to be kind and allow me to continue my journey full of health, wise decisions, and safe travels, all while celebrating life daily.