
2018: I took care of myself, I ate veggies, I drank water, I ate chocolate, I ate pasta, I drank wine, I soaked in baths, I skied, I navigated ups and downs, I laughed as much as I cried if not more, I made my bed more days than not, I took the trash out, I did my laundry, I moisturized and took care of my skin, I brushed my teeth most days, I wrote, I got published, I went swimming usually three times a week, I did yoga more than I didn’t do yoga, I did my morning pages more than I didn’t do my morning pages, I made plans over the chaotic summer months and somehow all the apartment and moving stuff worked out, I adulted and did my taxes and didn’t die, I handled my multiple bed bug scares, I handled my other major anxiety flair ups, I let myself enjoy taking naps, I discovered the joy of podcasts, I had really great times with my girlfriends that were full of laughter and heart-to-heart talks, I had lots of brunches with said girlfriends which made me feel seen, I started a creative group with two friends, I drew in my notebook and almost filled it up, I filmed things, I wore pink, I enjoyed making out, I read the Harry Potter books and watched the films, I went hiking, I took a course in Vienna, I realized I wanted to go to grad school, I started learning about the moon, I read some books, I blogged almost two times a month, I kept a plant alive, I got better at making soup, I daydreamed, I was kind to myself
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2019: May there be more laughter, more cuddles, more kissing, more afternoons on couches with cats, more love, more long late-night phone conversations with friends, more in-person time with friends, more ease, more veggies, more time in the mountains, more time in the sun, more time in the water, more coffee on the balcony, more flowers in my room, more dancing, more walks to clear my mind, more learning about things that excite me, more nights lost in music, more openness to things that move me, more openness to things that challenge me, more openness to being seen, more tenderness, more happy days than unhappy days, more kindness to myself on the unhappy and sad days, more love to my belly and jiggly parts, more nourishing and satisfying intimacy, more art and creative projects, more writing, more following my intuition and guides, more peace with the unknowing, more direction and clarity, more smiles, more sparkles and more pink, more things that make my heart sing
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