One year older and, hopefully, another year wiser. I don't know where you're sitting now. Maybe you've been accepted to one of those graduate programs we worked so hard on applications for. Hell, maybe you're currently freezing your ass off in a cold you've never known 36 hours by car from where you've spent most of your life. Or maybe you haven't been accepted anywhere. Maybe, instead, you've found some kind of job that puts grad school off for another year. But wherever you are, I hope you're happy.
2012 was a tough year for us. Our strength was tested through the endurance of devastating losses and situations in which the odds weren't exactly in our favor. Things weren't, as whole, terribly happy; in fact, on several occasions, you thought you were being sucked into a black hole. Somehow, though, you persisted. You kept going on pure promise of a better tomorrow.
Never lose sight of the things you've learned. That life doesn't always go as planned, that plans have to be changed, but changing your path slightly doesn't mean that you'll veer off course. That you know what's important to you, and what's fundamentally important to you is the only thing worth striving for. That the loss of your integrity and your happiness isn't worth a fatter paycheck.
That you don't have to be a piece in someone else's games.
Does this letter have to have a Hunger Games reference? Of course it does. You owe a lot to that series for keeping you sane during 2012.
I hope not only that you're still writing, but also that you're taking some risks with it. Maybe one of those days, you'll actually get that novel/screenplay/whatever finished. I hope you're still taking the time to give back, and that maybe you're on your way toward making a living out of equine therapy, of using horses to help people and doing the thing you love the most in the world. And I hope that, above all, your restless soul has started to find peace in a more concrete direction.
Give my best to the new cat (we have one now, right??), and I hope you enjoyed the fuck out of Catching Fire.
(Bitch.)
(No, seriously, I need this movie in my life right now and you've already had it. I can't help being jealous.)
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One year older and, hopefully, another year wiser. I don't know where you're sitting now. Maybe you've been accepted to one of those graduate programs we worked so hard on applications for. Hell, maybe you're currently freezing your ass off in a cold you've never known 36 hours by car from where you've spent most of your life. Or maybe you haven't been accepted anywhere. Maybe, instead, you've found some kind of job that puts grad school off for another year. But wherever you are, I hope you're happy.
2012 was a tough year for us. Our strength was tested through the endurance of devastating losses and situations in which the odds weren't exactly in our favor. Things weren't, as whole, terribly happy; in fact, on several occasions, you thought you were being sucked into a black hole. Somehow, though, you persisted. You kept going on pure promise of a better tomorrow.
Never lose sight of the things you've learned. That life doesn't always go as planned, that plans have to be changed, but changing your path slightly doesn't mean that you'll veer off course. That you know what's important to you, and what's fundamentally important to you is the only thing worth striving for. That the loss of your integrity and your happiness isn't worth a fatter paycheck.
That you don't have to be a piece in someone else's games.
Does this letter have to have a Hunger Games reference? Of course it does. You owe a lot to that series for keeping you sane during 2012.
I hope not only that you're still writing, but also that you're taking some risks with it. Maybe one of those days, you'll actually get that novel/screenplay/whatever finished. I hope you're still taking the time to give back, and that maybe you're on your way toward making a living out of equine therapy, of using horses to help people and doing the thing you love the most in the world. And I hope that, above all, your restless soul has started to find peace in a more concrete direction.
Give my best to the new cat (we have one now, right??), and I hope you enjoyed the fuck out of Catching Fire.
(Bitch.)
(No, seriously, I need this movie in my life right now and you've already had it. I can't help being jealous.)
- Me