I know it is incredibly cliché to talk about New Year resolutions and go on and on about how “this year is my year” even though all the goals we make for the year end up dead by valentine’s day. However, that is what I am going to do. I will not bore you, promise.

2017 was a shit-show.

It was like ordering the sampler plate of everything that could happen in a year. I went through a break-up, two hell-ish semesters of bad grades, my childhood dog passed away, I was legitimately single for most of the year, I got a big girl job in retail, I learned that online shopping is not my friend, and the world was basically on fire and going down the toilet.

2017 was not my year, but maybe 2018 will be.

(I said that last year too, btw)

I think new year resolutions are kind of overrated. I mean no one actually holds themselves to something for that long. But I think that small, realistic things that you say you might want to explore are a bit better.

For example, I really want to get into skincare this year, make myself glow 24/7. I want to have a rockin’ bod for spring break. I want to manage my money better. I want to have good grades at the end of this semester. I want to have an amazing internship this summer. I want to rid of my anxiety.

Now, do I have any clue or self-discipline to make half those things happen? Nope.

But I have a weird feeling that this year might actually be the year that things change. I need to work on a ton of things, but they are all to better myself. This year I want to spend some more time on me, figuring things out and making big things happen.

Yes, this is all very cliché, but sometimes we need to be a little more hopeful and have bigger dreams and fight for things that are worth it.

So here is to a new year, a fresh start, and to all those bets that say we won't make it a month.

Here’s to making 2018 the best and brightest year yet.