Hesitant, Hopeful

It's a new year. I'm so excited. I've decided that this year, I'm going to treat myself better, with more care and kindness. It's vague, but it's appropriate for where I am in life.

I need to lose weight, take better care of my skin, try for more positivity, take more time to read and less time to worry, go back to therapy, give up one-sided relationships, make a new friend, drink more wine, eat less carbs, sleep better, close the comments section, treat my husband with more tenderness, learn something new, and be less judgmental. I need to make more time for the things that matter and be less concerned about the things that don't. I'll write more stories and finish the ones I've started. Pay down our debt and worry less about money.

This year, I'm taking better care of myself by letting go of the things that hurt and hanging on tighter to the things that feel good. I'm letting go of people who make excuses, but don't do anything to make things better. I'm going to work harder to make connections with the people I love and value. This year, I'm having a modicum of self-worth.

But, most of all, this year I'm going to be more open. In 2014 I said that I would take chances when things come into my life and, I think, I've stayed true to that over the last two years. I've picked up and moved, gotten a job that's completely different than anything I've done before, we've bought a house even though it was a fiasco. Last year, for the first time, I succeeded at (most of) my resolution... even though it was from 2014. While I didn't make last years resolution work, I still think my year was full and wonderful anyway, even when it was difficult.

Happy New Year, y'all!!