This Christmas has been a strange one. For many reasons, our family has seemed disjointed. Whether this is good or bad, I’ve used this time to keep my focus away from some of the negativity and focus on myself and reflecting on the past year.
2016 has been busy. If you cannot tell by the number of blog posts I’ve written, I have been working like a crazy person. Maybe with no results and maybe with some. It’s been tough, and I’ve realize that I’m not happy with what I’ve done with this past year.
I feel very average. I’ve made 0 progress on my fitness goals, 0 progress on my writing goals, 0 progress on social media goals (it pains me to say that even as a millennial). I’ve made some progress in my job, but for every step of progress there is a French man in the background tearing it down.
Is average bad? No, it’s not. But at what point do you settle for average? At what point do you silence that little piece of your brain taunting you, that you want to have the whole world in front of you, but you’re okay with what is on the plate directly in front of you?
I’m not ready for that. I am eternally grateful for the life I’ve been given, but does that mean settling?
I don’t believe in New Years resolutions. I will start today though with my first:
A blog a day keeps the doctor away.
I always want to write more. About DC, about life, about battling with anxiety and depression, about always being a small fish in a big pond, and of course about Bailey Bear.
So while my blog may be painstakingly average and talk about work and attempting to try every amazing pasta dish in the DC, Baltimore, and Pittsburgh area, at least it will be something to be accomplished in 2017.