So I’m laying on my friend’s air mattress during Christmas break incessantly scrolling through every social media site at 1 a.m. when I almost literally died because the Queen, the Goddess, THE Beyoncé dropped her album out of the clear Blue Ivy sky. Fourteen songs, brand-new songs, along with  17 videos? More like 14 ways to give me a heart attack. I knew it was going to be a long night, but I downloaded all the videos and tried to stop my spastic hand gestures and constantly-dropping mouth. I made it through. And I was a new person. It goes without saying that Beyoncé is a master, but let me tell you again, Beyoncé is a master. Each song was carefully crafted with voluptuous harmonies, subtle rhythms and vivacious themes. She’s the best of my 2013 not only because of her banging album, but because I went to her concert this summer, and I was baptized by her voice, cleansed by her outfit changes and renewed by her flowing hair.