I can't recall ever being so excited for a new year.
For so long I've been putting others first, to the detriment of my own physical and mental wellbeing.
All it's served to do is drain my bank account and reserves of patience (and let's face it, neither were all that flush to begin with).
No more.
Resisting that caretaking urge, to take over things, to handle them, goes against every instinct I have. But it must be done.
It's easier to achieve when you have focus on a singular mission. This year that's my own health and happiness.
After all, the only good things that happened last year were the things I made happen. Funny that.
