Santa got me a cold for Christmas, which means I rang in the new decade by heading to bed well before midnight. I think that's what 2020 looks like; making choices that nourish. My goal for the new year and new decade -- and the rest of my 30s! -- is to INVEST IN MYSELF.
It's taken me a long time to get to this point. My 20s were delightfully chaotic. The last decade included things like hitchhiking America for a year, having my heart broken over and over, meeting my future wife, shaking Barack Obama's hand, becoming a licensed massage therapist, growing and dashing tiny house dreams, being in a television commercial, discovering who I am and what I want to experience out of life. It was sporadic and ever-changing, with difficulty and breathtaking beauty taking place in equal quantity. This next decade, I have the gift of stability. I'm married, I own my own home, I have a wonderful job that I want to invest my time and energy into, and my wife and I have a plan for our combined future. As I navigate this new reality, I'll be asking myself the question: am I investing in myself?
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My grandma Ruth is one of my favorite humans in the entire Universe. I promise to give you the recipe first, though, and leave story time afterwards! Having to scroll, trying to find the next step to the recipe while you're in the kitchen with one hand on your phone and one hand stirring a pot can be the worst.
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