This Advent season flew by too fast. I didn't do any of the things I had planned. Not a one. I started coming down on myself, per usual. Then, something changed, clicked if you will. Yes, I did not get anything I wanted to do started, let alone finished. But that doesn't make me a bad person. I've been trying to focus on that. And, while I've been sleeping a ton, the last two days I am up more (thanks to the new medicine) and am feeling loads better. Not well enough to go to Mass today or to my sisters for our annual NYE celebration. These things are important to me. And, here I sit, in my bed, feeling a little sorry for myself. My faith is important to me. I wanted to go to Mass. So, while Big Daddy was at Mass, I watched the Mass on my Laudate app. That helped me feel connected. Afterwards, I called my sister and chatted for a bit. Just hearing her made me feel better.
2017 was a busy year:
I became full time at my job.
I celebrated a year at my job.
I started in a new department in my job.
I started working from home 4 days a week.
I grew closer to friends and distant with others.
I left a business that wasn't working for me.
I started with an amazing company that supports me.
I learned how to eat better.
I learned how to meal prep.
I lost 20 pounds!
I lost 4 PANT SIZES!!!!
I took a vacation with just Big Daddy.
I renewed my vows (twice!)
I took a family vacation.
I started going live.
I created 'Live with Thrive'.
I made new friends.
I had medical procedures.
I leaned I have a new 'for now' normal.
I cried.
I rejoiced.
I shared.
Most importantly, I loved.
For 2018 I am leaving behind self doubt and negativity. I'm not going to wait until I reach a goal to be proud of myself. I'm going to be proud of myself the whole way! I'm going to celebrate. And, most importantly, I am going to love.
I wish you all the Happiest of New Years and that the peace of Christ that surpasses all understanding will be yours this year.
Until next time,
Please call a cab/Uber/Lyft! Don't drink and drive!
Love,
Me
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