More of a personal post tonight. I hope it won’t bore you, but I need to put this out there.

Today I turn 33 years old. This last year has been one of the hardest of my life. Things have changed in an instant. I’ve gone from great highs. To deepest lows and back again, but as this year has shown me, I can get up and go again, and again, and again. I have to get up and go again. To stay knocked down is not an option and it’s not something that she would want for me.

It seems so strange to think that I’m moving into a year that won’t have her in it, but I know that she would want me to keep going forward. I’m going to miss her so much. Her laugh; her smile and her encouragement.

This year I’ve set goals for myself, and I am going to reach them. I’m going to do it to honour her, because it’s what she would want me to do.