Bring it on. This is the year where I stop wondering what could be and instead create what is and what can be.

As one of my good friends wrote, “For most people, birthday’s are, or at least should be, meaningless. An excuse to get drunk, do something stupid, fuck a nobody. Not the case for you. You survived a lot of shit this year and I can tell it dented and twisted the shit out of you. Normal types send bad years to the archives at the first possible excuse. Don’t be tempted; keep that nasty shit close to you, remember it, and use it.

I have genuinely enjoyed our reintroduction and am all the better for having you in my life. Cheers to progress and bring on the pain. This year is ours.”

This year isn’t just for me, but for you, too. Everything will be better, because I (and you) will make it so. We are better for the trials and tribulations we have faced — because we have lived, and we know we are alive. And better to know we are alive than to live in some sort of half-life, half-sleep. It is worth it.

Love always,

Tam