As the new year begins, I feel lighthearted and full of purpose. That sounds like such a cliche, but I have made it a goal the last few months, to work to ensure my own happiness above all else.
I have ended what could be called “friends for a season” relationships without the world crashing down around me. Instead, I feel smart, and alive and capable.
I told the person I admire the most in the world that I love him, and he said it back. More importantly, I believe him and have not tried to self-sabotage our friendship or my role in it.
I have paid down a considerable amount of debt lately and that economic security is priceless.
I have pledged to match all of the energy in my life. I give what I get from people, places and situations, and in that exchange, I am finding balance. It is beyond anything I could have ever dreamed or hoped for.
This is going to be my fucking year.
That isn’t a decision that anyone else makes me for. It has been dwelling beneath my surfaces and I am rising up to meet the moment.
I am whoever and whatever I say I am. Unapologetically.
Thank you for being a part of it, and contributing to the tone and the texture of my Now.
Love, Always.
MISTER WILLIAM REILLY 