I was never the type to partake in the belief that radical transformations take place the second the clock strikes midnight. I never made resolutions because I didn't think you needed a new year to set goals for yourself, to break up with that boy who doesn't see your worth, or to cut the toxic people out of your life.

I’ll admit that was pretty naive of me. Recently, I learned that it was never about the resolutions, or whether or not you stuck to them. Every year when that clock strikes midnight, the room is filled with kisses, glasses clanking. confetti flying, and hope.

Hope that this year will finally be the year you travel, get that job that you have always wanted, or maybe it is the year you finally tell someone your story. Maybe its the year you finally reach out for help, or you help someone else.

I don’t know what you hope for in 2018, but whatever it is I pray that you never forget the way you felt when you made those resolutions, or when you promised yourself that you would be better. Things will get hard, you might even feel like the entire universe is working against you, but whatever you do or don't do, know that you don't have to wait for the next January 1st to try again.