. On 2016 .

Here's to no more "somedays" or "one days" ... Here's to conquering your frontier - even if that just means getting out of bed or if that means macroeconomics or if that even means getting along with your boss for more than two seconds. Here's to you making it happen the way YOU want it to happen, and here's to you recognizing the path. Here's to starting the trek. 

Here's to saying no more. Here's to you learning how to just fucking say no thanks. Here's to putting up your calloused palm in the face of the askers-for-too-much, and here's to just saying no. Take a second for yourself; take a moment to fill your own bucket back up. Take back you. Let them hear you, love. Bang your piano so hard that they have to listen to you. Here's to speaking up. 

Here's to closing the door. Heartache? Friends lost? Career failure? Close the door, honey. Here's to owning the hole, owning the burning, and still putting one more step in front of the other. Here's to moving on. Here's to you labeling that chapter, and here's to you writing a new verse. Just because there is a hole there, darling, doesn't mean your not whole. Learn the lesson, put it in your back pocket, and walk away. Here's to winning the battles, and here's to knowing when to just move on. 

Here's to you facing down your body. Here's to you running your fingers down every curve, loving every wrinkle, and pausing at every scar. Here's to you craning your neck to look over your shoulder at the self doubt you're leaving behind. You are beautiful, and no Oprah Winfrey Weight Watchers Bullshit makes you any less so. You are breathtaking, and it's time for you to dig in your heels and learn it. Learn the curve of your shoulder and the dip of your back - it's stunning. Here's to you singing the refrain of self love back to yourself over and over and over. 

Here's to you resting in a love that takes your breath away. Here's to letting his fingers tug the tangles of your hair, and here's to your cheek resting in his warm palm. Here's to trusting him with your Big Truths, and here's to letting your knees shake with fear because you're loving so wide open. Here's to letting him drag his feet up your shins in the early mornings, and here's to you letting yourself feel the rightness of his heavy arm across your chest. 

Here's to perspective. Here's to looking at the big picture, here's to understanding your ripples. Here's to looking around you and here's to filling needs. Here's to giving to others, and loving your neighbor so hard that you even shovel their driveway. Here's to validation. Here's to owning your flaws, owning your glittering perfection, and here's to smiling more. Stand up and emerge, sweet thing. Square your shoulders, take a deep breath and rise. 

Here's to you. And here's to 2016. Meet it. 

xoxo, B.