Life is a bit overwhelming in my little corner of the world at the moment.
He tries my patience like no one ever has. But for a brand new three year old I can reason with him surprisingly well.
I like to joke and say that he’s mine, all mine, but I know that he’s not. He’s his own person, with his own purpose and place in this world.
They said 2020 was the year of vision, clarity and focus. They were right, and for this, on the 2nd last day of the year I’m grateful. I give thanks for 2020 allowing me to clearly see my Nia, my purpose. I know why I’m here, I know what I’ve got to do and I continue to be excited for my journey.
A dear friend who I don’t think I’ve seen all year long just dropped off a Christmas gift for me. In the gift was a handwritten note that warmed my heart. Despite the chaos of the year, thoughtful actions and gestures keep making their way to me. On this 3rd last day of 2020 I give thanks for thoughtful gifts. I’ve received all year long and I’m grateful.
Grace has been a common theme for me this year. Mostly in terms of me thinking I didn’t have enough. Grace kept popping up in podcasts I’d listen to, books I was reading, shows I was watching and conversations with friends.
Consistency is hard for me. But on this 6th last day of 2020 I give thanks for my consistent efforts to be consistent. It’s been a recurring theme for me this year; trying to form and maintain healthy habits for self. And of course, it hasn’t been easy. But as the year has progressed, I’ve gotten better and any progress no matter how small must be lauded.
Christmas has long since become a secular holiday. It’s obvious you don’t need to be Christian or super religious to celebrate. For many, it’s a season of great consumerism and in many years past, I would’ve racked up a lot of debt. This year is different, fortunately. Despite having just bought my first home, I’m... Continue Reading →
I contemplated spending Christmas Eve with just the little guy and I in our new house. We would’ve just walked over to the old house in the morning and spent the day with rest of the family. I’m glad we didn’t.
On this 9th last day of 2020 I give thanks for stopping to look at plants and smell flowers. Plants and flowers were a major part of my little guy and I’s year. while he was admiring and learning the names of every plant and flower we crossed paths with (seriously, we had to stop and examine almost every plant and flower that we saw during our walks and bike rides), I was finally becoming the plant parent I’d always dreamed of becoming.