Last year one of my goals was to blog more. Welp – four whole blog posts wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. So, I’m going to try again. As last year seemed to be just as challenging as the year before for pretty much everyone I think we all fell a little short of some of our goals and that’s okay. And if anyone tries to tell you otherwise, they’re lying and probably full of themselves.
I had grand ideas of traveling to visit friends, going out on more adventures, writing more, and a whole other list of things. But what I didn’t get accomplished doesn’t matter as much as what I was able to accomplish. I read more than I have in previous years. I finished 42 books and plan on reviewing them on here since they are some of my most viewed posts and I genuinely enjoy writing them. I also began running which I never thought I’d enjoy. It started as a way for me to get in shape and stay healthy and now it acts as a positive tool for my mental health. My family and I got away on a family vacation at just about the perfect time which we all desperately needed. Things with my job changed for the better and I got crafty in a whole new way. So, on paper, it may not have been a super productive and adventurous year, but in reality, it was the best it could have been.
One thing I hadn’t really set as a goal but was conscious of throughout the year was my level of happiness, my emotional state and overall attitude. I kind of always perceived the ideology that if you think about things in a positive way and not let minor inconveniences ruin your whole day was bullshit. I truly believed that no one could be that aware and change their attitude around that quickly. And I’m not preaching for everyone to start thinking that way, but I can say now, from experience, that sometimes all you need to do is stop and think about whatever moment you’re in and take what you’re feeling, acknowledge it, and then just move on.
I did a ‘Year In Pixels’ that I’ve seen in several bullet journal Pinterest posts and that helped steer my mind in the direction that that minute thing that happened for a fraction of my day didn’t represent my whole day. And I’m not brushing over the fact that some days were shitty, because there were a few, but not nearly as many as I think I had apparently experienced in past years. It was a pretty small thing to really make me change how I feel at the end of each day.
I also stuck with writing in a journal almost daily. Another thing I never understood was the discipline people had to sit down and write every day about their day. I had tried it before, but being the perfectionist that I am, I felt anxious if my handwriting wasn’t neat and if I made a mistake while writing in pen and couldn’t fix it aside from ripping out the page and starting over. Then I had the realization that who would even care? The journal was for me and for me alone. I shouldn’t care if my handwriting was sloppy or that I had to scratch out a word I didn’t mean to write or spelled horribly wrong. I also didn’t have to write how my day was hour by hour. I could just ramble on about whatever I wanted to. It was a private outlet that even I might never look through again. It helped keep me cognizant of how I was feeling and helped me acknowledge and deal with things that I perhaps was spending too much time dwelling on. It was liberating in a way and I’m excited to keep up the habit. I’ve already cracked open a fresh journal for the new year.
2021 wasn’t exactly a basket of roses, but it also wasn’t like we were going to hell in a handbasket either (despite how much it felt like that at times). I found personal growth throughout the year and hope to continue to bring that growth into 2022 as well. I don’t think there’s really ever a point in our lives where we stop growing and even though it’s a challenge at times and we feel like the universe is just nudging us further into a shit storm, we all come out of it okay in the end. I hope you feel that way too. So here’s to the next 365 days (or 357 days rather).