I was re-reading my dream journal the other day from around this time last year. It was January 30, 2016, when a voice interjected in between dreams and told me, “This is for when you move to New York.” At the time, coming here wasn’t even on my radar. I was still married, living in St. Louis, and didn’t foresee that changing for at least three years.

Fast-forward 12 months. I’m 1,000 miles away from where I was, officially single, starting a new life.

It’s crazy how much can change in less than a year.

I spent an evening last week creating a vision board for 2018. Really, it’s just carrying forward all the intentions I planted in 2017. Just hoping that they start to sprout this year:

Since I got home from visiting my mom over Christmas, I’ve gone into a serious hermit mode. I’m only leaving the house to run errands and go to work. I really only want to focus on myself and my own well being. I feel like I want to spend the rest of 2018 doing the life equivalent of Netflix and chill. A rest and recuperation period to recover from the last two years would be nice.

I’m still working through a lot of things, so I’m not very active here or on social media, but I do post more often in my Facebook group than anywhere else, so if you’d like to keep up with me, please join.

 

 

 

 

 

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