The countdown for the New Year is on.
Resolutions being made. Outfits being put together for those lucky enough to be going out. Bubbly is being chilled.
Every year I try to commit to reasonable resolutions because I come down hard on myself at the end of the year when I look back at all I didn’t accomplish. Lucky for me this year, I can’t remember what my goals were for this year aside from reading 12 books– which I passed with a landslide! And you guys should know me by now, that hunting for posts just isn’t me, so I won’t be searching for that post from yesteryear either.
I already know that 2019 is going to be a hell of a year. For good reasons. For bad reasons. For just because reasons. But I am NOT going to let that affect me too much. I think preparing for the worse while enjoying the best is the way to go.
Is that even the correct saying?? 🤔🤷♀️ whatever it is now 🤗 take that to the bank!
My theme for 2019 will be Eat. Pray. Love.
I plan to eat healthier. I plan to pray daily. And I am going to love myself more.
I am going to commit to a bullet journal for 2019. Which is essentially a fancy & creative day planner where you can track whatever your heart desires. Like I have been working on getting this thing together for the last few weeks!
Things I plan to track:
- My mood — including depression & anxiety
- My water intake
- Whether I exercised like I said I would
- Daily devotionals
- How my memoir is coming along
- Class reunion stuff
- The countdown to Emma starting kindergarten 😭
And maybe a few other things I haven’t thought of yet. And hopefully it’ll keep me in line with my theme of Eat, Pray, Love.
I will also be keeping my goal of 12 books read. I have a lot of things coming up this year so I don’t want to put too much pressure on it and end up not enjoying it.
I am going to publish my memoir. I’m starting the year with my second draft. Doubt don’t fail me now!
And I am going to get a tattoo.
2019 is the year of 28 for me. And I’m not even cringing my 20s are almost over. I’m kidding, inside I’m crying just a little bit. Because guess what dreams?? We are going to make them happen before 30 dammit!
In the great words of Poppy from Trolls…
I will get back up again.
You know that sounded much better in my head than it does with the context. But you know what!? Poppy is motivational AF so it’s staying.
Here’s to 2019. May you be better than 2018. This will be my year.