102.

Odd years are my thing.
This year brought along so many good things and I became totally centred. Which is an ideal way to end my schooling but outside of that I am learning there is a line between being centred and selfish.

My traits became habits. A routine even. I am fixated but then, give it a week, maybe two, I’ve completed separated myself from it. I don’t know what it is. But it felt like 2009 again. 

But 2011 brought things to be learnt. Passions and dreams to be divulged. It simplified my world by realising ordinary wasn’t my thing. It never was. I am so grateful for my entire childhood and early adolescence. Last year, I forgot all that and was caught up with petty drama and loves that did not really ever exist. 

I found happiness this year. I embraced times that made me content and spoke to me. It was Harry Potter, it was Green Day, it was the Muppets. I don't feel like I grew up too much this year. I am basking in the glory of not yet entering adulthood. I don’t understand everyones idea of maturity. I thrive on my own ideas and passions rather than basing my life on someone else's idea of what being seventeen entails. 

I do what I like and that’s the way I want to live - so I give and I’m still giving. 

This has become my philosophy. I don’t want this predestined path for my life. I am a thinker and a feeler. I am not forgetting everything that has happened for me but I also need to learn to stop holding up my walls and my grudges. I can’t wait to let to, go be a much stronger and confident Christina in 2012. 

To wave 2011 good bye I am posting my visual arts major work that I happily never want to watch again.