Happy new years. What more can I say?

I’m not a huge participant in New Year’s resolutions or traditions, but I play along to amuse those surrounding me. I don’t wash my clothes this day, I wear a safe color of underwear, and occasionally, I’ll eat twelve grapes.

I believe that change is necessary but I, like the rest of the world, revert to my old self. It seems inevitable because old habits die hard.

So I, set myself up for failure and in a surprising turn of events – proved myself wrong.

Here I was, 30 minutes into the new year watching someone I disliked, entering my home. To which, my drunken mind, thought was unacceptable.

My home is a safe space, a haven. This person, was the last person who belonged in my basement because where ever they go, chaos followed.

I walked down stairs and promptly, kicked them out of the house with a devilish smirk on my face. She really tried, to bring chaos and I, met her with my own. Soon, I watched her turn and head out the door.

I have no problem standing up and protecting the people I love. Right then, I was also protecting myself, protecting my peace. And that’s when it hit me…I need to be able to do that for myself everyday.

Unintentionally, I ended up with a New Year’s resolution and I’m okay with that.