Hey! I know it has been a long time since I’ve last posted. Raise your hand if the holidays totally kicked your rear end? **raises both hands** I ended 2017 with an epic chest and head cold. I tried treating it with medicine, bone broth, hot toddy, you name it, I tried it. Turns out just rest, lots of fluids, and staying inside the house for over 48 hours was all that could be done.
As I sat in my bed, furious at the nurse at urgent care (the evil sweet woman working on a Saturday morning made me step on scale with boots, and my jacket on, and say the number OUT LOUD. Way to kick a gal while she is already down), I decided to start planning for the new year. I haven’t been one for making New Years Resolutions and sticking to them, but creating a word of the year seemed appropriate. So I reflected on 2017.
I made a lot of transitions. My new job adjusted my location, my gym routine, and meal planning. I am the happiest I have ever been, enjoying my 30s, finding true love, and being an influence to a little girl, yet I felt somewhat disorganized. I put a lot of pressure on myself to make good choices now that I have little eyes looking up to me. While I am in such a great place, I am still struggling to find balance. Work.Relationship.Co-parenting.Gym.Friendship.SelfLove.Adulting. I want to be the best at my job all while the continued growth and love in my relationship, learning to co-parent, crushing workouts, making time for my gal pals, making time of myself and adulting it all the way to my hopes and dreams. Phew, just re-reading that last sentence gives me cold nervous sweats.
So, its is offically 2018 and officially the year of balance. I look forward to checking in from time to time to share what that has looked like. What worked well, and what hasn’t.