I’m unsure how to feel going into this year. Truthfully, I can’t help but feel cautious? I want to be excited, I feel that “new year, new me” motivation but I’m scared. There were so many let downs in 2020, I’m sure I’m not alone in feeling this way about the new year. I used to do resolutions that I’d never stick with…one of my resolutions for 2020 was to keep up a consistent blog and I truly didn’t even attempt until spring. To me, resolutions are pressure. I failed at my resolutions, but I learned from them.
In general, I feel as though I grew 20 years wiser in the last 12 months. Partly due to becoming a mom, it’s so true that everything changes. I’m proud of a few things over the last year that had nothing to do with my resolutions I had made at the start of 2020. I can proudly say that I spoke my truth all year long. People didn’t always like it, but I’d rather have 5 honest relationships than 10 dishonest ones. I got to spend a lot of quality time with my daughter. I spent more time than ever outdoors hiking, fishing, and just soaking in all the sunshine I could get. It was a lost year, a weird year, but I wouldn’t change it. It grew me.
If I had to theme 2021 I’d call it, “hopeful”. I’m really really hopeful we can get our shit together and be able to have some outdoor gatherings this summer. I’m hopeful, for now, that the wedding I’ve been planning since Winter 2019 can happen with at least most of our family and friends there. I’m hopeful that my daughter can have some play dates this year and meet some other kids.
Overall, I’m easing into this year. I’m putting my planning mentality aside and going with the flow. I encourage us all to be kind to ourselves and slowly immerse ourselves into a fresh start. We all need it.
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