I can’t stand people who on Jan 1st at 7am are touting how they are a whole new person since the clock struck midnight. So I have waited until January 24th to discuss 2018. Twenty-four days in and, drum roll, please…….nothing!
Ok, maybe not nothing- I have a big new client and am learning a ton, I have been on some great dates, I have travel plans in place for the next six months, the new workout recharge is going great and I am more in love with my therapist than ever.
Last week I started thinking about why this year has been so amazing thus far and why I am filled with such gratitude in 2018- it finally hit me. I went into this year with ZERO expectations, less than zero if that is possible. I spent New Years Eve with my family, had 2 stiff vodka sodas and was in bed by 11:45pm. It was awesome!!! I am def not saying that everyone needed a slow start to their year, like I did, to have a great year but for me, it was perfect (even if I was sick).
I have taken a step into 2018 with a new perspective. Things like; who cares that it is a Wednesday and I didn’t wake up until 9am (or 10am), this is just one of the reasons that I work for myself! In a nutshell, I have made a serious effort in 2018 to stop judging myself. I Judge Judy myself every hour of every day of every week of every month and have for as long as I remember. NO MORE.
I don’t usually make new years resolutions but this year I have vowed to stop beating myself up… for everything! So what that my life is not what I thought it would be… in some ways it is 100 times better. I have stopped thinking that my job or my life is not what makes other people happy, actually, they may still not like it but I just don’t give a shit any longer! It is the freest I have felt starting a new year in maybe ever.
Here are a few other things that I am ok with…. it is ok that I have more in the middle than I would like, it is ok that I slept in last week and skipped pilates, it is ok that at times I feel like I can not see one more baby announcement on social media without tearing up, it is ok that I don’t make my bed on Sundays, it is ok that I bought a pair of sweats for the first time in my life (actually that might be the smartest thing I have bought in a long time), it is ok that I cant’ stand in heels as long as I used to, it is ok that I had one too many maritini’s on a Tuesday and most of all it is ok that I am not the perfect person I imagined I would be at forty years old. It is actually more than ok, it is awesome!