2020

This past decade, I did a lot. I worked for 5 companies, in 3 industries, in various roles. I got married, had a kid, and all that domestic stuff. I bought a house, a car, and all the grown up things, like furniture and appliances. I travelled to 13 new cities in North America and over a dozen international locations. I tried new hobbies and activities and challenged myself to have unique experiences. I lost friends and made new ones. My life was rocked by illness and death, and all the feelings that come along with suffering. I learned so much, and grew so much. My heart broke, and for a brief time, it was fully open and exposed and it was terrifying and thrilling all at once. I was disappointed and I discovered how to rely on myself. I lost myself and remembered to be more careful with my choices. I was happy and took notes so I could replicate it. I had to be responsible for another human being, so I matured quickly and did my best to become better for her. I loved and I laughed and I cried. I was disillusioned of my fantasies and I had to accept some difficult truths about adulthood. I spoke boldly, and carefully, and cryptically. I wrote. I lived. 

It was a busy decade. I am grateful for every experience and every lesson learned, but I want to spend the next decade doing less, and being more. I want to focus on wellness: physical, spiritual, emotional. Through self-care, I want to prove to myself that my self-love will sustain me, come what may. I am not broken. I do not need to be rescued. I am whole, and enough and worthy. I want to spend the next decade acting like it.