2015 was a brutal year for me. With all the personal drama that unfolded in my life last year I could probably write a best seller. "The trials and tribulations of Chanelle"
This year started off with a bang, guns blazing, fireworks you name it, and might I add it wasn't the good type either. Not the kind of fireworks you want to watch from the beach. The kind of fireworks the animals experience. Loud and scary.
This year all I want is to be happy. That's it. I don't want more money (though that would be awesome and I would never turn it down) I don't want to travel the world in 80 days. (though travelling to Vietnam is something I would like to do this year) All I want is to sit down on December 31 and look back at the year that unfolded and think to myself: Damn that was a good year! I was happy!
This year I am not doing anything that does not make ME happy! Fuck you and you and you if what I do does not fit into your plans. This is my year! And I am all about making sure the number one person is happy. ME!
