Happy New Year. Wow, 2019! Typing that even feels blessedly strange. I’m grateful, don’t get me wrong, but it still feels weird. When I was a child growing up in the 80s and 90s, the year 2000 felt like it was some far away, futuristic time period. Then it came and went. That happened to be the same year I graduated high school (Can’t believe it’s been 19 years since I graduated high school). But here I/we are. In the year 2019. I didn’t blog at all last year. If you follow me on social, I stayed somewhat consistent there, taking breaks as needed (you know I’m good for taking a break). In fact, I hardly wrote or read anything that I wanted to write/read. I went back to school (again) for a 2nd Master’s degree in School Counseling right after Hurricane Harvey in 2017. I am expected to complete my degree at the end of 2019.
The past year-and-a-half (in terms of writing and reading) has consisted of writing papers for school and reading long chapters about Mental Health theories and practices and comprehensive school counseling programs. All topics of which I’ve enjoyed, but I haven’t been all that creative. I can make this post a reflection of 2018, but I think I won’t. I’m constantly reflecting in my mind, aloud, or in my bedside journal. Instead this is my nudge to myself to make room (again) for the thing that I enjoy. Writing. Writing gives me energy and allows me to happily do the other things in my life like: work my teaching job; work on my tee shirt business www.behealthybewellapparel.com(yes I started an online tee-shirt company in 2018), and enjoy life period. Writing is my long-time friend with whom no matter how much time has passed, it will always be there waiting for me. I intend not to make it wait for me any longer.
I also set my intention to create at least 2 blog entries a month. I think that’s doable with the busy schedule I have. Lastly, there is a tugging at my soul (again) to explore. I don’t mean just to travel, which I actively do and hope to continue doing this year. I know this tugging feeling. I’ve felt it several times in my life. What usually ended up happening was amazing life-changing experiences that pushed me in ways I never imagined, but that made me better. As I work on being more present and more “wisely vulnerable”, I welcome this season of exploration that I am moving towards.