New Year Resolutions. I don’t tend to like them. Mostly because they fade away. Quickly.
I’ve spent 2022 building new habits, growing, learning. Also, I suppose, shrinking?
Today, this last day of 2022, I consider what I’ve done this year.
- I’ve gotten into and stayed in the 150-155lb range. My lowest adult weight.
- I’ve revived my love of reading, though I now combine that as book reading and book listening (thanks to the Kindle/Audible sync) and read for multiple hours every day.
- I’ve picked up a lifting routine to get strong.
- I have practiced a new language (Dutch) every day.
- I’ve learned how to cook several new dishes and am enjoying learning more.
- I’ve returned to horseback riding regularly. Finding my way out of anhedonia and into joy.
- I’ve done (and continue to do) the mental health work through EMDR that has lead to my continual healing from the trauma & abuse I dealt with for years in Hillsboro then Southern Oregon.
Going into 2023 I find myself for the first time with optimism and hope. I am now fit & healthy. I am an equestrian, reader, learner, and cook.
My New Year’s resolution, then? KEEP IT UP!
No new habits or big changes. No new commitments heading into 2023. I have some goals around my new habits, of course! Striving.
I head into 2023 self-embodied, self-aware, and ready to continue on this incredible journey.
I head into 2023 grateful that I got out of that toxic mess before the pandemic started. Grateful isn’t a big enough word.
I head into 2023 grateful that I have a wonderful support network.
I head into 2023 overjoyed to have re-connected with friends that I was purposefully isolated from.
I head into 2023 independent, healthy, supported, and safe.
I head into 2023 with hope and optimism I thought I might never feel again.
I head into 2023 wholly me.
Onwards!
distant, early morning 