This year seems to have flown by. It has been a tremendous year of growth and self-improvement for me. I am not where I want to be yet, but I’m a lot closer. Taking time to focus on myself and my needs … and really taking care of myself is where my energy has been, which was so needed. I have spent so much time and energy taking care of other people to my own detriment most of my life, and I made a promise to myself to never do that again. I have worked on most of the goals I set for myself this year, I did start to swim laps more, even if it’s not as consistent as I would like. I got a short story published in a flash fiction online publication. I stand up for myself and confront people if they treat me badly. I don’t allow people to treat me badly anymore without saying something. I will put up boundaries when I need to. I don’t need to be perfect anymore, and I have started to care less and less about what other people think about me and my decisions. I don’t apologize for who I am, and I don’t sacrifice myself to please another person. I wont change parts of myself to please someone else. Though I know there are still things about myself that I want to work on, I don’t sacrifice the core of who I am for another, like I have previously in friendships and relationships. I think I have made substantial progress toward completing my PhD, and barring anything crazy, I should have my dissertation finished by this summer and hopefully have a faculty position for the fall of 2019, if not, 2020 for sure. I submitted my paperwork for licensure and should have that soon. I blogged almost every Wednesday this year… and I would like to keep that tradition going and this blog growing… it has helped me and it is great to think that it could have helped someone else.
With how bad my anxiety used to be … I never thought I would be where I am. It may not seem like I’ve struggled to some people, or even that I’ve accomplished a lot… but with how bad my anxiety was… it seems tremendous to me. And I guess that’s all that matters.
For 2019 I want to get more of my fiction published. Work out consistently. Eat better. Manage my stress and don’t take on too much/pressure myself, submit to more conferences/present more on feminist counseling, buy a car, and finish my dissertation. I think… that’ll keep me busy lol.
I hope this finds you well, whoever is reading this. And that you take care of yourself more in 2019 than you did in 2018.