How I am Going to Make 2017 a Good Year for Me

How I am Going to Make 2017 a Good Year for Me

By taking small steps to a happier life

Now that 2016 is over and New Years resolutions have come and passed; I have decided that this year instead of just setting a few resolutions I wanted to actually change some stuff to make it a good year for me and possibly those around me.

Because, let's face it... 2016 had it's up and downs for a lot of people and some of the outcomes have been dragged into 2017. But with all the negativity floating around I have decided that it would be best to actually work hard to make this year great even if it doesn't really seem that possible.

A lot of what I want to work on has to be within myself. To make a good year happen – I need to work on myself and my pessimism about life.

With that, for too long I have allowed people to trample on me and take advantage of me. I thought if I had just said yes then I would be liked and I would be doing everyone a non-complicated favor. But now, I realize that I am 18 years old and I have no backbone. It has emotionally damaged me throughout the years and I am tired of being someones puppet. 2016 was just enough. In order to make this year a good year, I need to do stuff for me and not for everyone else. Of course, I am not going to stop being nice. I am just going to step back a few... giant... steps.

Now, I am just going to get down to the "cliché" resolution... I ended up working out a lot in 2016 and although I wasn't doing it to really lose weight. I was doing it to help my mind and body stay active and well during the year of negativity. I am going to keep doing that... My workouts, my meditations, my positive affirmations. It's all a process, but it's a process I am going to try and work hard to keep up. I need to.

I want to better myself by experiencing new things and getting out my shell and the boarders of my small town. I traveled over the summer and saw things that changed my way of thinking and I crave to keep doing that. It sadden me when I left and I allowed that sadness crush my dreams of hoping to keep traveling, because of money and school, but I believe it's important to get out there and find out what you like and don't like! That's exactly what I plan to do. This is the year I step out of my boarders.

Accepting who I am. I found when you learn to accept who you are, your appearance, your mental illnesses... Then you can have a happier life and a better year. I know it's hard and I am still learning how to do it, but when you get to that breathtaking awareness of self-acceptance it's going to be a great year.

Overall, I am going to smile more, laugh more, care more, be grateful for my life, accept more, cherish more. I am going to cry more and not be afraid of crying. I am not going to hold back my emotions to please other people. I am going to stop apologizing for being me. I am going to start loving myself and pick up new hobbies. I am going to experience this year with a good attitude and hope. That's all I need is hope.

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8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

Forever my number one guy.

Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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An Incurable Disease Doesn't Change The Love I Have For You

Because one day the one you love the most is fine and the next day they're not, it causes devastation you never truly recover from.


Loving someone with an incurable disease is the most emotionally straining thing I have ever experienced.

My significant other and I have been together for almost six years. During the summer of 2018, we all noticed the significant changes he was going through. He had lost around fifty pounds and had a lack of appetite. We had figured something was going on, however, we didn't realize it was anything serious.

Fast forward to the Fall semester of 2018. I had visited my boyfriend and we had expressed certain concerns, such as, through the night I would try and get him to stop uncontrollably itching his legs to the point of bleeding, or that he was looking a little yellow and was exhausted all the time. After seeing his sister in November, while I was at school, she pleaded with him to go to urgent care because he did not look good. He was yellow, exhausted, and very sickly looking. We didn't realize that the urgent care visit would be the precedent of the rest of our lives.

After coming home for Thanksgiving and spending a week straight in the hospital with him, it finally set in that something was not right. Between all the vomit, getting moved for testing, the weakness, the constant calling for medications because the pain was so severe, and the almost month-long stay in the hospital, it hit me full force that something was really wrong. Words will never truly describe the emotions I was feeling, or the burden of my thoughts that I felt were too selfish to pass on anyone, so I kept them to myself.

When we finally got the diagnosis, we were surprised. PSC, otherwise known as Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis, is an incurable liver disease that affects the bile ducts which become scarred and inflamed, more likely than not lead to cirrhosis and an inevitable transplant. There was no cure, rather the only solution was a liver transplant, and even then the disease can be recurring.

I was thinking selfishly. I was torn in two. What would our future look like? Could we have children? Could we ever do the things we used to?

Loving someone with an incurable disease is a mix of emotions. There is a constant fear in the back of my mind that he is going to wake up in intense pain and have to be rushed to the hospital. There is a constant fear of every time waiting for the bi-weekly blood test results to come back, in fear that his Bilirubin spiked again or he is undergoing a flare up and needs to be hospitalized. There is a constant anxiety that one day he's going to be fine, and the next day he won't be. Even the simple things, such as laying beside one another, was a constant fear I had, due to the pain he was in every day. What if I hit him in my sleep on accident? What if I accidentally hugged a little too tightly and caused him pain?

Loving someone with an incurable disease can be a fluctuation of emotions, however, he makes it worth it.


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