Oh 2017, I am both so thankful and so leery that you are finally here. I’m so thankful for the fresh start a new year always seems to bring. Those first few weeks always give off that “this could be the best year ever” vibe. At the same time, personally, I feel trepidation at how this year will change and impact our very divided country. It’s scary and sometimes feels as if anything can happen; good or bad. 

This year I’m determined to not allow that fear to dictate how I’m feeling.  It’s no good for anyone’s mental health. I spent a lot of 2016, especially the end, worried more about the state of the world than what was going on at home. Not that anything was wrong at home, but I knew I could have been giving more. 

I guess this is where I could put something cheesy like #newyearnewme, but I won’t (anymore) because that’s not what I want from this year. I think I’m pretty rad as is, I just have a few quirks to work out.  I’m never going to enjoy cleaning so I’m not looking to be Martha Stewart; just be better about tidying.  I’m never going to be insanely fit; I’m just trying to move more, drink less Diet Coke, and run more Disney Half Marathons because they make me happy. I want to read more. Play with the girls more.  Create an environment where a foster kiddo can feel safe and loved. 

I’m always going to be me.  I’m always going to be overly anxious.  I’m always going to be a little lazy.  I’m always going to be fiercely protective of my friends and family.  I’m always going to… laugh really loud, feel things deeply, side-eye strangers, love Disney, watch tons of cheesy TV, and be an obsessive planner. 

2017 is the year to build on who I already am, appreciate my home, and look forward to a happier year. 

Belated Happy New Year to all!