taking things slow

This time last year, I was ready to dive into the new year. Ready to make big goals and plans, and start working on ways to achieve them. My plane ticket to London was days away from getting booked. I was already planning out the rest of my trips for that year. Visiting my brother in South Carolina. Potentially going to Dominican Republic to visit family. Winter in Italy.

I had plans to move out, and finally live on my own. Decorate. Throw all the house parties I want.

Obviously, none of those things happened, with the exception of London. I was able to enjoy my trip right before the world shut down.

This year is completely different. I'm taking things slow. Instead of the big goals from last year, I've made smaller, much more realistic goals.

While I'd love to travel, they are no longer within my yearly goals. Who knows what this year is going to hold.

Instead of jumping into the year, full throttle, I'm easing myself into it.

December was a hell of a month for me, and January definitely feels like a clean slate this year (even with all the terrible things going on in the country already).

Even though 2020 sucked, I'm not under the delusion, and think that the pandemic is over and that things are going to change immediately. I know that I will still feel emotionally drained, and so I'm letting January be what is it going to be. Whether it's good or bad.

No matter how productive or unproductive I am this month, I'm going to be proud of myself for making the best out of a bad situation.

If you've been in a funk, like I have (funk is putting it lightly), then I recommend you taking it easy as well. Be forgiving. Be proud. You're doing great.