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?