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~Welcome, 2011~

A short simple farewell message to the year 2010.

This year has been very eventful for me. In it, I have witnessed a steep learning curve and an even steeper growth curve (well, maybe not physically!),
It's a year where I started a race which I am still running strongly, a year when I started exceeding limits and breaking boundaries- all for a good cause.
It's a year where I met some amazing people and formed stronger relationships with those that had already been in my life.
It's a year where I overcame fears and witnessed the power of faith,
A year where I influenced more lives positively- even unintentionally at times.
It's been a year of good fun, unleashing the youth that I had locked in in my attempt to appear mature.
It's a year where many wishes came true and one where I truly realised that if you work towards the 'impossible', you will get it.
It has been a year filled with love, hope and faith.

Most of all, it's been a year of building solid foundations in my walk with God.

I welcome 2011, heartily,  because 2010 has paved the way for a more tremendous year.


Cheers to an amazing year!


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  1. Anonymous30 December 2010 at 18:13

    Nice one. Happy new year dearie..

    Sola

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