I'm writing to tell you that 2017 is not your year. You prey on my insecurities, always knowing just what to say to make me question myself. You are at best 10% truth, 90% lie, but you manipulate me into thinking those numbers are reversed. You squelch my dreams, encouraging me to bury them deep within. "It's safer to hide from the world than to risk it all," you say.
But, the more you close in, the more I realize I don't need you, I have hope. This hope is founded on faith and this faith is founded on trust. When I put my trust in the right place, you fade into the background, so far back that I can't even hear your whispers. 2017 brings a lot of unknowns, but you will not gain a foothold in any of them.
I refuse to make a single decision in my life based on you. In fact, I'm going to make my decisions in spite of you.
Looking forward to hearing from you less,