Happy New Year! One week in, and I got to thinking… I’m terrible at keeping resolutions. Remember when you were younger and resolutions were easier? Something like – resolving to clean up your plate after dinner. Or do something the first time mom asked. Ok, those are actually probably pretty good. But MAN – easy.
In this age of “adulthood” I have, and for the last few years, made the resolution to be healthier: drink more water, eat better, work out. Those usually start off strong and fade by mid-January. I’ve made the resolution to stop being lazy and wash my face before bed. I was really good with this and a whole nighttime routine for awhile. But grossly enough – I can’t tell you the last time I washed my face before bed. This is bad. And a little more than you needed to know about me this early in the year.)
This year is different though, and I’ve been thinking about this for awhile. This year, I’m allowing myself to be a little selfish. I owe my friend Amber a little credit here. Back in October/November she included me in a a 30 Day Self-Care Challenge. I thought, ya know what… I’ve been though a lot this (last) year – why the hell not. But again, I followed through for 3 days. THREE. And do you want to know why? Because when each of her daily messages came, I told myself I would do it later. And do you know when later came? Well, after day 3, it didn’t. How absurdly sad it is that self-care for me is usually only if/when I have time? Here is where I owe Amber an apology for my seemingly lack of participation; also, keep reading… But friend, I also owe you a thank you, for you and your daily messages inspired so much more than 30 days for me.
This year, I’m resolving to take care of ME a little more. Resolving to be the best, most authentic, ME that I can be… Physically. Mentally. Socially. Spiritually. Emotionally.
And for once, I’m going to stick to this in whatever way I can. 2017 proved to be a little more challenging than past years. 2018 has yet to reveal it’s ups and downs… Will we finally become parents? Will little Theresa or Baby Boy Thomas make their way into the world? Or will we experience even more heartbreak on this journey? Only God knows when he’ll reveal his plan for us, but there’s one thing I know for sure. That the only way to get through it is to go through it. With love, with family and friendship.
I hope you’ll join me on my journey as we go through this year. It’s going to be one that I can only hope will change my life.