Someone once told me that a girl always looks more beautiful when she smiles.
Six months ago, I didn’t have much to smile about. I was in a dead end relationship with someone I hoped would just remember me, in a flat I hated and had ever-looming money worries. The only thing that kept me going was my job.
Since then I’ve met some crackin’ people, rekindled friendships that I should have never let die, done some amazing things, promised myself that I’d never be forgotten about again and made some of the best decisions of my life.
I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions. I should be living each day rather than doing it just because it’s the New Year, but 2013 will be different. 2013 will be my year.
Here’s to taking risks. Here’s to saying yes to scary things. Here’s to smiling.
Note: I have not got a black eye. Nor is it massive compared to the other one. Black and white filters are to blame here.
