Me and you WordPress have been in this for 5 years.
I usually have this insane burst of creativity to goal make until my finger falls off when New Years comes around. This year I’m kinda just… whatever happens, happens. I didn’t even partake in my usual traditions last night. Mostly because I was tired by 9pm and already ready to go to bed (is this what getting old feels like?!) but Nick wanted to stay up until midnight, which of course he did because he can’t sleep anyway.
So we played Mortal Kombat and watched the countdown go on. He got out the sparkling apple cider and the fancy glasses. When midnight struck we took pics then kissed haha. Then I went over to snuggle Sophie and give her kisses too.
She’s now sleeping in her cat bed next to me. It’s been awhile since she’s slept in her cat bed, and next to me. She’s been kicked out of the bedroom because she decided to take a kitty stand and pee AND poop on the bed. In the covers. To which I did not discover until after I had taken a shower and was curled up in bed. Also, I did not notice that she had pooped on my sleep shirt I was wearing either.
Great aim Sophie Bear, great aim.
I’m still trying to figure out what’s stressing her out and causing her to act out.
I made one of these last year too. A much angrier version.
But instead of doing “resolutions” this year, I’m doing goals and of course #onelittleword again because I kinda like the idea.
This years word is Focus.
Nick likes to remind me everything that I’ve accomplished and endured in 2015. Saying that I did great and that I did more in one year than he could ever imagine. But yet it doesn’t feel enough. I didn’t cross anything off my list except for adopt a pet. Oh and I graduated. But I didn’t read more than 10 books (out of the 50-60 I usually aim for), I didn’t learn to make Macrons or Marshmallows or plushies.
My word for 2015 was Rediscover and I think I did a good job of keeping that word in mind through out the year.
So some of the key points of 2015?
- Finally filing for divorce
- Adopting Sophie
- Successfully navigated through Tinder
- Met a boy
- Moved an hour away from home
- Created a life in another city
- Found a second family that accepts me for me
- Graduated college
- Grew my twitter and instagram following
- Stopped depending on Zoloft
- Made new friends
- Got my hands on the Rose Gold iPhone (thanks babe!)
- Survived my first year of divorce despite the fact I’m still dealing with debt my ex husband left behind and the fact he sold a car I could had totally used and had put in money for while we were still married so he could move to Australia to move in with his 22 year old girlfriend who he was cheating on me with all of 2014 when she was interning at Disney here and who he said was “just like his little sister”. Yeah she doesn’t look like that when she’s sitting on your lap wearing a red dress with her boobs hanging out. Gross. AND I had to find this out for myself because he’s a pile of shit.
Thank goodness my life would never suck so hard I would have to leave the country just to survive. Sometimes I make some really shitty choices. Like who to date/marry.
I have a list of goals I hope to achieve this year (in other news…) and though this isn’t the complete list, it’s some of the more important goals.
- Start blogging more/start making YT videos again
- Continue to build instagram/twitter audience
- Start meditating again
- Try 5 new eats
- Read 50 books
- Start a savings account
- Excel in school (I’m not done just yet!)
- Learn to make Macarons
- Learn to make Marshmallows
- Learn to make plushies
- Learn how to trade Forex
- Relearn how to play the piano
- Learn Spanish
- Learn a bit of Japense
- Touch up on Tagalog
- Touch up on Cebuano
- Touch up on French
- Touch up on makeup skills
- Stay more active
- Stay on top of things
I need to work on purging some stuff and organizing my stuff much more better. This clutter is starting to really get on my nerves.
The fact that I’m no longer on Zoloft is amazing. I mean, I still get anxiety and I still get that kind of anxiety where it feels like someone is stabbing you in the chest and twisting slowly but my anxiety isn’t half as bad as it use to be. I’m very lucky. The withdrawal only took about 3 months to pass too.
So here’s to a new year waiting to be filled with new accomplishments and new adventures!