I’ll be me.

It feels so surreal how everything plays out. One year’s past, I broke off an engagement that took years to finally heal. I am in a better place than I could have ever imagined. I am happy, completely happy now. Another year’s past, I began to love myself and reconstruct my passions: for love, for my parents, for my sisters, for my brother, for my kiddies, for education, for jurisprudence, for life, and most importantly, for me. This year, I accomplished a life goal: travel—see the ocean, embrace Machu Picchu, walk outside of my comfort zone, alone with confidence.

And next year? I feel a self-surprise. I’ve stopped measuring my happiness, because my destination is simply to live.

Lately, I’ve been listening and loving James Bay’s “Let It Go.” The song speaks to me so clearly, because I’ve rolled up and tossed away many anchors in my life. I have freedom to sail now. I saw the ocean in California this year and for the first time ever, I caught the sea breeze: peace feels like that catch. I’ve let go and let it be. I’ll be me. I love me.