NEW BEGINNINGS START LIKE THIS
I squandered the first two days of 2017. I'm trying to feel less bad about it, but it happened. I went into New Year's Eve on the verge of sickness (barometric pressure changes get me down), and went a little overboard with champagne. I woke up with a wicked hangover, but knew I'd feel fine by the afternoon. Some water, ibuprofen and a nap will surely do the trick. I've got things on lock.
Only, it didn't. I woke up and felt fine for a while. When I went back to bed, things only got worse. Aggravated by the bug that was already making me ill, I stayed on the couch for another day.
There's a gift in sickness, self-inflicted or not. I am no more present in my body that when it feels inescapable. I am nowhere else but succumbing to the things I'm feeling. There is nowhere else to be.
Just as I am on the mat, I let myself be where I was. I let go of over-efforting (or trying anything at all), as it wasn't getting me anywhere. It was all I could do to just breathe through it. In that time, I reflected on the upcoming year, and how I want to be a better me.
I write this because I want Blonde Darling to be an honest, vulnerable space — one where I don't just show the best of me. I'm imperfect, and I have to re-learn lessons all the time.
I haven't picked the intention that will guide my year, as I can't quite decide. Maybe I'll pick two or three words. After having decided to work solely as a freelance designer and marketing strategist, I know this year is going to be filled with new adventures and new beginnings. I can't wait.