I hate to be rude. I'm sorry it's taken me a while to write. 2013 had a letter written him, as did 2012. I was rather excited to meet 2012, but was hesitant about 2013.
You, 2014. I have a better feeling about you.
I know we have been getting acquainted for almost two weeks now. Let me be honest, you've hit me hard with cold weather. Before you I'd never heard of a polar vortex, felt a windchill at -50 degrees. I've never had school canceled due to cold by the Governor of my state. I'm hoping this string of weather isn't a sign of what's to come. Have you gotten it out of your system? Flushed it out of the lines?
Let me tell you something about myself 2014. I'm a little nervous. I'm nervous about what you've heard from your chums. Especially that 2013. We had a few rough patches. We got stuck in a few ruts. We did have some good times too.
So I'm hopeful. Like a little child picking up a dandelion and blowing on it, sending off dozens of little wishes into the air.
I'm hoping for a year of ups. A year of laughs. A year of discovery. A year of more ups than downs on our way to December 31st.