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If I had to sum up 2017 in two words, these would be them: second chances.
2017 was the year of second chances. My ex-boyfriend, who broke up with me at the beginning of my senior year in college, begged for a second chance roughly six months after we broke up – only to break my heart again another 6 months later.
I had fallen pretty hard for one of my best guy friends in 2016, only to be disappointed when he met someone else early this year. When they broke up, I gave him a second chance too, only to be equally as disappointed when he changed his mind again.
I gave out second chances this year left and right.
To bad friends who continuously left me frustrated and angry with their lack of effort.
I kept coming back to a job that I hated, hoping every week that if I just gave it a chance, it would get better.
Now don’t get me wrong, 2017 was not entirely bad.
I traveled to new places and had adventures with my very best friends.
I met great people and spent a week sipping pina cooladas on the beach in Punta Cana.
I got to travel to my favorite place in the entire world, New York City, with the best friends I have ever had.
I spent countless nights singing my lungs out at the Dueling Piano Bar in Providence, dancing on tables, eating endless free popcorn at Rentes, and crying every time “Sweet Caroline” came on at any bar I was at.
I went to Red Sox games, I had the internship of a lifetime working for the Governor of Rhode Island, and I became close with a group of women I hope will be in my life for years to come.
All in all, 2017 was unforgiving. I can remember waking up the morning of January 1st, 2017. I was hungover, like REALLY hungover. Like, I didn’t get out of bed until 4pm hungover. The night before, me and a handful of my best friends thought it would be a great idea to go out on campus – something we had never done before on a school break. So we dressed up (like really dressed up – I wore HEELS to a townhouse on New Year’s Eve – if you went to Bryant, or ever partied there, you know how weird that is), popped champagne (WAY too much champagne), and had ourselves a night. Honestly, it was so fun. It was us and a bunch of our acquaintances, mostly my best friend’s (now ex) boyfriend and his friends. We danced on tables, kissed random people at midnight, and made mistakes that compromised our dignity (okay, maybe that was just me).
Anyways, I woke up on New Year’s Day sick to my stomach, and nostalgic. Like, paralyzing nostalgia. 2017. The year I was going to graduate college. It felt like I had blinked and four years were gone. I could go into a long rant on how you don’t know you’re in the good old days until you’ve left them, but you all know that by now.
New Year’s Day was like any other – I laid in bed and just thought about what I wanted 2017 to be like. It was my first New Year’s since I had met my ex that we weren’t together, so maybe that’s where half of the nostalgia came from. But regardless, I wanted 2017 to be better than 2016. I made a promise to myself that it would be.
So, I gave out second chances. I extended olive branches to people who did not deserve them. And in the end, I learned a lot of lessons. 2017 made me strong. It showed me that not everyone deserves a second chance.
I hope that 2017 knocked you down, too. I hope maybe some of you have turned to this page to read about my year. I have no clue what 2018 will have in store for me, but hopefully you'll stick around to find out.
Here’s to 2018, hopefully it’s the best year yet. And here’s to making sure only the best people get the second chances they deserve.
See you next year,