New Year, New What?

Well people, we are a month and a half into 2017, and there are still people posting about "New Year, New Me". Don't get me wrong, I'm on this raging train, headed through a dark tunnel, that involves cheat weeks, prairie dog exes, and fashion no no's too. I feel like we put way too much pressure on ourselves to make things CHANGE as soon as the ball drops, and the new year begins. Goals are good. Goals within reach, are better.

2017... I'm working two jobs, almost 80 hours a week, applied to grad school, am currently in grad school (yay me), and somehow stillllll felt I needed to do more. I also decided that my health needed to be a priority and have gotten back to working out. I'll tell you guys more about my trainer's excellence in another post, so stay tuned... I've also reunited with my vocal soulmate, Layla Frankel, and am performing on a regular basis. The list continues to grow, and my anxiety, a struggle I live with EVERYDAY, is growing as well.

Today was one of those days where I felt like I needed a break from this "New Year, New Me"-pressure. I took care of my responsibilities with work, cried a few tears, and then put on a cute denim fit, with suede, over-the-knee boots. I simply got some fresh air. I tried not to think about all the things I could be doing in order to be "productive", or the fact that things just don't seem to go the way I need them to. As I pulled back up to my house, the anxiety crept back in, and my unattainable list of goals surfaced again. At that point I remembered that this is a New Year, and the way that I achieve being a new me, needed to be "new" too.

Approach. Breathe. Plan. Accomplish.

This I did today.

Progress?

Shining,

Lo