As the world counted down ten seconds to midnight, I found myself alone in our farm house watching Taylor Swift on the television with my cat and lifting him up to give me my new year’s kiss at mid-night. Some might argue I am an 65 year-old inside a 25 year-old’s body. No wild party, no booze or sexy dress and heels, just me, myself and a hole lot of praising Jesus at midnight. Why look at this setting in a negative light? I have God and an animal that loves me and a warm home. The real reason I am telling you this is that I want to be real. I could have easily put on a new sparkly outfit and snapped a photo with a drink in my hand and posted it to Facebook to get likes to build my self esteem. I choose not to because though I wasn’t living it up in NYC like Taylor, I still knew I was exactly where I needed to be and confident in it. Minutes before midnight, I was thinking of my Best friend Brittany in Texas. We have been playing a successful game of phone and text tag this past month and I was wondering what she was doing. We had let 2014 pass with out seeing each other and I don’t want this to be the case in 2015. I know paths cross for a reason, and it’s our job to make sure they continue to intersect. I miss you Brittany and blow you a new year’s kiss from Ohio. I also remembered how Forrest Gump celebrated new year’s in 1972. Lenore leans in and speaks directly into Forrest’s ear, “Don’t you just love New Year’s? You get to start over … Everybody gets a second chance.” Instead of thinking about the past and time you may have wasted, look at the time you have left and make the most of it. I am going into 2015 as a 25 year-old curly-haired beauty ready to shine. I am a bright and shiny star and I will not let anyone put out my light. I promise you great stories to be written on this blog in 2015 and by this time next year I will be saying this has been the best year of my life and will continue to say it every January 1st as long as I may live. Life’s countdown in on, so make it count.