It's A New Year
We're almost two full weeks into twenty-eighteen. Wow.
I welcomed this year, probably with the same naivety that I've carried with me most of my life. But, I'd like to think of it as more optimism than anything else.
After the anticipation of midnight had worn off on New Year's Eve, I stood on the patio in my backyard and looked up at the sky. It had a different smell. A different feel. There was a slight breeze.
Twenty-eighteen, to me, feels a lot like freedom.
It feels like I can go anywhere I want this year. If there's something I want to try, I want to go for it. If there's someone I want to meet, I want to go for it...Well, within reason. I mean, I don't think I'll have dinner with Oprah anytime soon, but you get the idea. So many opportunities come just by asking for them. By just doing them, instead of waiting, hoping and wishing. Because we write ourselves out before we've even begun.
No more of that.
That night, I wrote in my journal, as I often do:
I don't know if I have any "resolutions this year or even any huge goals. I just want to fully live. I want to stop being afraid to speak my mind and that I would stop hiding and second-guessing myself. To stand up for myself; to be louder; more outspoken and gutsy. -- The time is now. Fight on, warrior!
Twenty-seventeen was a year of growth. It stretched me and pulled me. This year, feels a lot like doing. Getting in the game, because I belong to be here.
I did write a few goals down:
Join a gym.
Travel more (London, baby!)
Spend more time learning Photoshop.
Write more.
Blog at least once a month.
Vlog at least once a month.
Be intentional with the ones I'm closest to for dinner and coffee dates.
Here's to making it count!
That's all for now,
Shelby