December was disheartening for me this year and January is no longer a good month for me. I'm doing my best to rally my spirit for the beginning of this 2017 but so far my efforts aren't doing too well. Hopefully, I'll be on the mend soon enough with a little more time.
To start with things, I've been dealing with this for a while now and to be honest, it still makes me sad. Carrie Fisher was called back to another galaxy on Dec. 27, 2016. For me, on that day, that was the day that music died.
She represented so many things to me. Of course, she was Princess Leia. She wasn't just a girl waiting around to be rescued. She was intelligent, ambitious, stubborn and fought for what she felt was right. She was one of the youngest members of the Imperial Senate and one of the leaders of the Rebel Alliance, fighting to free the galaxy from the evil empire. She was captured but refused to give in and even when she lost everything, she didn't lose hope. She kept on going and kept fighting. She showed me that girls are tough, that we can do the rescuing ourselves and that we girls rule the galaxy. In real life, Carrie Fisher was a writer. She was on Broadway. She was a mental health advocate. She embodied so much of how I grew up and now she's gone but she won't ever be forgotten.
Rest in Peace, Carrie Fisher. You will be missed.
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