2017 was fine. That's how I treated it. Fine. Everyone was fine. Things were fine. And that was a choice I made.
2018 needs to be better than 'fine'. So, here's the plan:
I will worry less about things I can't control.
I will relax more.
I will cut myself some slack (as a parent and a human).
I will make more time for the people who mean the most to me. I will make less time for those who don't.
I'm not going to do things (that I don't have to do...) that don't bring me joy. So, I'l keep packing lunches and wiping asses, but I'm not running any 5ks because I hate running 5ks (and 10ks and anything that resembles a race), as an example.
I'm going to drink more Kombucha and lift heavier weights. And stretch. And stand up straight.
I'm going to keep fighting the good fight trying to not raise assholes and make them eat vegetables all at the same time.
And I'm going to write more. And rest more. And laugh more. And breathe more.
And have more parties.
I want to go on more adventures and worry less about schedules and routines and where we're 'supposed' to be.
This journey isn't a long one and I don't want to look back and think another year was 'fine'.
Thanks for the memories 2017. There are some really amazing, fabulous ones. I'll hold onto those forever and let the rest of your 'fine' self go.
On to a new year. A new chapter. My arms are open wide.
Happy New Year, friends! Cheers!
Don't get me wrong, we are luckier than we deserve and have a wonderful life. Just want to improve upon things I can change from within. <3 i="">3>