I don’t even know where to begin. I haven’t updated this blog in over a year. So much, and yet nothing, has happened in 2018.
We’ve traveled. We’ve made new friends. We’ve lost friends. We’ve grown. We’ve laughed. We’ve cried.
I’ve changed. I’ve become painfully self-aware. I’ve forced myself to talk about my feelings. I’ve hidden and retreated into myself. I’ve cried. A lot.
This year was mentally exhausting. I’ve spent a lot of time reconditioning myself to love myself. I’ve been trying to be more present in conversations without thinking about personal anecdotes to share. I’ve been sharing more of myself with loved ones. I’ve been unapologetic about the space I take.
This has been a year of self reflection and discovery.
2019 will be the year I start making shit happen.