The sun is getting high, we're moving on

So, it's a new year.
We haven't seen the sun in a week.
Too many lives have been lost.

Life is too short not to treasure every single moment of it. For all the bad things that have happened, i say this: "It's ok. I've become stronger." For all the good things that have happened, i say, "Thank-you. Thank. You." I face the new year with uncertainty but not fear. Fear keeps you from doing, from experiencing, from learning, from trusting. I want to do so many things. I want to be the best daughter/niece/sister/friend i can be.
I want.

I am running into a new year
and the old years blow back
like a wind
that i catch in my hair
like strong fingers like
all my old promises and
it will be hard to let go of what i said to myself
about myself
when i was sixteen and
twentysix and thirtysix
even thirtysix but
i am running into a new year
and i beg what i love and
i leave to forgive me.
- Lucille Clifton, from Good Women: Poems and a Memoir 1969-1980