It’s exactly one week and one day into this blissful new year. Hooray 2018!
Since my commitment to regular blogging habits last year, I figured it’s just about time for that #NewYearNewMe post. I mean, all the other blogging kids are doing it, so why not?
First of all. This is me:
Now, that’s not to say I haven’t, or won’t change, but for what this one week and one day into 2018 is worth, I’m pretty much just taking everything as it comes.
I know a lot of people that said 2017 was as close to good as Eve eating that apple was for women everywhere, but I found it to be more of a mild trash can fire than that burning house in the “But first” meme.
What I mean is – 2017 was good for me. Good can always become great (and if trash can fires are anything to go by, a lot could’ve been better), but I’m extremely grateful that I can revel in the beauty of good, for now.
I find myself loving the person I became in 2017 so much, that I’d like to hold onto her for a bit longer.
She did things that I honestly thought I was too far from ever achieving.
You know that feeling? Imposter syndrome? Where you know you’re built for greatness but everyone, their aunt and social media subtweets keep you second-guessing and doubting your glory? Yes, 2017 was definitely a year of, “just start” for me and I’m extremely grateful I took those leaps as small and ungraceful they may have been.
I guess for this year, I just want more of that growth and surety in myself.
And maybe (definitely) a bigger bank balance.
And probably less guilt for liking fried chicken and potatoes in all forms.
What are your resolutions?
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