Reflection & Recalibration - More Hundreds

I'm not usually one for new year's resolutions. At the beginning of 2019, my only goal was to read 100 books (which, hello, finally did!). At the end of 2019, though, something inside me yearned for reflection of the year and intention-setting for the coming decade.

And if I've learned anything over 2019, it's that I should really listen to myself.

So, here we are.

2019 was garbage for a whole lot of reasons, but it was also pretty damn awesome. I got a permanent job in my field. I got engaged to my best friend. I read 100 books, I wrote more than I ever have since university, I paid off one of my student loans, I set boundaries, I said yes to scary new stuff and no when I needed to. I read more feminist list than ever before and made some baby steps towards being a more sustainable consumer. I held a baby for the first time and survived. I kept my plants alive.

It was a big year.

But now a new decade has dawned. In many ways, it means nothing - just the continued toil of our meaningless existence as an itty-bitty species hurtling through the unknowable majesty of time and space and reality. In other ways...it's pretty damn cool. And because I happen to have a sense of self and seek to make meaning out of the futile fact of my own life... I've set some intentions that make me warm inside with the heat of pure possibility.

That's it that's all. It feels nice to reset the clock and gaze forward at a shiny version of yourself, doesn't it?