If I had to choose one word to describe 2018 it would probably be sadness. I’ve never felt as sad as I consistently felt this year. The crazy thing is I have a wonderful life and I know it. So why was this year so hard? I had my sweet baby girl, so really, this should be my best year…and yet, it wasn’t. It was a really long, really sad year.
There’s no need to dive into why I felt the way I felt. Rehashing it all will only reignite the feelings. Instead, I need to focus on what’s to come. As much as I want to say “new year, new me”, I need to be a realist. The extent of the damage is too great. I need to work on rebuilding myself. Instead of leaving the year with a “to be continued…”, I need to close the book. In fact, I need to burn the damn book. Anyone have a lighter? ✌🏼
I won’t be setting resolutions for 2019. I’ve been far to cruel to myself (mentally) this year and frankly, I don’t need that kind of pressure. Instead, I’m just going to try to be a better person and hope that it helps with rebuilding ME. I will try to be kinder to myself and others and if I can work in a couple of workouts, some more veggies, and a few new books, then even better.
As the final hours of the year dwindle down, I want to wish you all a new year filled with health, prosperity, and lots of love. Take a moment to think about what worked this year and what didn’t. This is our chance to carry forward the good and leave behind the bad. I hope everyone has fun tonight and have a drink for me! Not sure this tired momma will make it to midnight. 😴 But if I do, I’ve got two really cute sweethearts to kiss.
Happy New Year! 🍾