Well guys.
Another year has come and gone, and here I am.
Little ole me.
2021 was an interesting year. A lot happened. I got a job. I got a boyfriend, my first boyfriend. I had a lot of firsts this year. My dad found out his cancer was still there. He underwent radiation. I broke up with said boyfriend. I turned 21. Decided I really wasn't gonna drink any more. And here I am.
Tomorrow I work.
And on Sunday I begin an internship/shadowing opportunity in the ICU, and I am beyond excited.
Because I thought it was hilarious and I wanted to write it down so I can remember it later on:
Today I did something out of character for me. I decided I was gonna drive an hour to see a kid I met off Tinder.
But you know what? That's what makes life fun and worth living. Meeting new people, having odd and funny experiences.
And I had a great time. It was a little unconventional but it felt natural and real and I laughed the whole time so really, you can't ask for more.
It's amazing and crazy and it's life.
I'm feeling a little nostalgic and happy.
2021 may not have been the best, but it certainly was a life changing year for me. So was 2020.
Is it silly of me to think that 2022 will also have a large impact on me and my journey, and who I am becoming as a person?
I don't think so. I'd like to believe that fate has a lot more bigger things in store for me in 2022.
And I am ready. Bring it on world.
Just figured I would come on here and type a quick entry. This is the longest I have ever used a journal for, even if it's only once every couple months.
Cheers to the new year.
It's an even number—don't fail me. (Like you did last time... kinda)
Love,
Rachel
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