…because this can be an episode of keeping up and stressing out, OR I can choose to readjust, focus and prepare.
I choose the latter.
In no particular order, these are 4 ways I plan to mentally prepare for the new year.
Having Several Seats
And I prefer the window. This year has been BUSY. The highlight? Bailey Nicole. My beautiful daughter has blessed our lives and I’m so full and complete in this moment of time. It has been fun and it has been b u s y. I turned 30 a week after her birth and I honestly can’t remember what that was like for me…celebrating a new year of my own life. I accomplished a major goal by releasing new work into the literary world and while I have a number of projects I would like to complete in the year 2020, it’s time to rest. Work, yes, but rest, for sure.
Decluttering
As a creative, you can usually argue that there’s a method to your madness, but a cluttered brain for me is heading nowhere fast. I have so many ideas and so many plans that it’s literally impossible to do it all within the mental deadline that I’ve set for myself. From now, to the end of the year and some more next year, I plan to read more. Admittedly, I haven’t done much of that this year, and as a fan of fiction, reading is my escape as well as a tool to reorganize my thoughts. And speaking of organization, I’m literally decluttering and reorganizing my work space. (We’ll chat more on that).
Daily Affirmations
Lately, I’ve been waking up and getting straight to it. Making bottles and clocking in. I eat breakfast if there’s time in between and I thank God if I remember to. In addition to having several seats, daily affirmations is on my list for good practice. I admired my sister’s mirror affirmations. On that big dresser mirror, there’s just enough space to get a good look at yourself surrounded by handwritten notes of positivity and reminders that she’s blessed up, bossed up and on her way. I’m with it!
Mirror Talk
Speaking of mirrors, you know what else I neglect to do? Be there for me. Talk to me, Hug me and love me enough that I don’t looking elsewhere to fill an empty cup.. I remember in the sixth grade when I wrote a letter to myself and a classmate found it. He thought it was the dumbest thing ever to talk to yourself. Me too. Because no one had told me otherwise. That that was ok and a form of self care. Welp, here I am in my 30s, talking to myself again. Looking at me straight in the eyes and knowing that I’m alright, going to be alright and 2020 will be the best year yet.
Happy New Year.
