2019: Start as You Mean To Go On

Happy New Year! I’m so glad to be writing not just for the sake of venting. But just writing! Woohoo! This is the first year I haven’t set goals for myself. When it came to choosing my word for the year, I decided on “ Being”.

After the utter shithole of a year I had in 2018, the most important thing to me is not how many miles I’ve run, what races I’m doing, what job goals to smash, I’ll be focusing on just being.

Not achieving, Just being.

This is harder that you think it is by the way. My mind is 150 miles per hour and being mindful is hard work. Not taking on too much is tough. Not setting huge goals is ridiculously tricky. That’s just how I’ve always been.

This is not to say I don’t have things I’m working on this year, the key difference is the lack of pressure attached to them.

I’m working with guidelines.

For example : Write More, Finish your Course by June. Simplicity .

For a long time, I've been wondering of oreos & gin is still a good fit for me, I'm still not sure. Only time will tell.

Are you ready for your 2019 adventure? Let me know what you've got planned.

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