2007 started out shaky. I spent the New Year’s holiday moving for the second time that year. I was living with a man who was emotionally retreating farther and farther away from me with no explanation, a fact I was so ashamed of that I only let my pillow catch me crying.
I gritted my teeth, and with more hope than confidence I declared 2007 my bitch.
Mid-March, when I met someone who changed the course of my entire life. Someone who’s face I recognized from a reoccuring dream that started when I was five years old. Someone I had always wanted so badly to exist, but had ceased to believe in. Someone who in two minutes of conversation made me feel exactly like this.
Someone who felt the same way about me.
And perhaps because they would have come anyway, or perhaps because Love and Luck are kissing cousins, all these beautiful things started coming my way.
I started going places, seeing things and meeting lovely people. 2007 was a whirl of dancing and travel and music and flowers and even a box of what appeared to be chocolates but turned out to be cherry tomatoes instead, just like I always wanted. And while I’m not out of debt, I feel proactive and in control of my finances and ultimately that’s far more valuable. I still get calls from the bank, but I don’t duck them now. They LIKE me.
I started a project, The Project, and delivered it with a card that read – “There’s an old legend that anyone who folds a thousand cranes earns one wish. I’m not sure if that works with pigs too, or if it’s even true at all, but ultimatly, it doesn’t matter, because even if the whole world ran out of magic, I’d MAKE pigs fly for you.”
And my magic was good and strong. I’ve achieved the impossible, defied gravity, seen into the future and found out how you can KNOW that it’s going to be happily ever after.
2007 was my sugar daddy, and 2008 is going to be my gorgeous naked lover.