A year ago today, we were all just starting to process the initial impact of the coronavirus… we had hope that it would be a blimp in the year, and not actually consume an entire year or completely turn our world’s upside down. We had optimism and hope, even as schools, gyms, churches and restaurants closed down. One good thing that came of the coronavirus, literally hitting on my birthday, was that turning 30 didn’t hold the weight it did leading up to the day – the pressures changed (but I am sure they’ll be back soon enough!) And here we are, welcoming 31.
This past year my anxiety reached new levels, a new kinda of anxiety, which has made me finally make my mental health a priority, even if it took 8-months. I’ve learned to go with the ups and downs, and when I need to take a break and when I needed to push out of my comfort zones to better my mental health. I’ve learned when I need to communicate the pain, the struggle and where I am at in the moment, so that other’s know how I feel and why decisions are made. While, not a whole lot of this past year made sense, what was right, what was wrong — with so many different opinions and thoughts, it came down to doing what made sense for me, what made sense for B and I. And not all of those decisions probably made sense to others, and I know future decisions won’t make sense to everyone either — but we are still trying to navigate into some semblance of normal, and that is still going to be disjointed for awhile.
I hope 31 brings back more moments of normal. I hope that I can continue to grow personally, continue to grow more in love with B, create new memories, focus on friendships, look for the positive, share love, learn new things, start making new plans, celebrate the precious moments, while cutting out the negativity in any shape or form it may be. So here’s to 31, another year of possibilities and hope!
There have been a lot of opinions swirling around our world lately. No matter where we turn; social media, the news, talk around the office or with friends, there is so much negativity with all these opinions. Oh, and did I mention social media?
Here is the thing; I am all for sharing opinions because I am not afraid to voice mine 90% of the time – but it’s that 10% when I don’t that matters the most. Why? Because that 10% of the time I do it out of respect and out of hope for a greater good – I know my opinion doesn’t always matter – I know it doesn’t always help – and I am fine with letting other’s voice theirs without hearing mine.
So instead of soaking it all in, I work to push negativity out – I don’t read it, I don’t watch it, I don’t encourage it and I don’t combat it. I think it’s great everyone lately feels so empowered to share their opinion, but I don’t always think it’s great the way a lot of people are doing it. There seems to be a lack of understanding or acceptance (because they won’t listen) for those who don’t share the same opinions – in this world we cannot exist without peace and tolerance. I chose when I need to voice my opinions whether they be big or small, political or impolite, important or not, but I think that is because in the grand scheme of things, of life I’m more focused on peace, happiness and being content than being right.
One of the hardest parts of starting my new job, one-month in to the date, is not spending the entire day with my best friends. Yes, that’s right, one of the things I am most grateful for from my previous job (besides all of the experience) is the friendships I made. I truly think that was the greater purpose of me working there for the years that I did and starting when I did.
If it weren’t for the amazing people I met, life would be very different, my career would be very different. Dramatic? No. These people have inspired me to dream bigger, work harder and fight for what I want. They’ve also helped me laugh when I did not want to laugh, to take the lunch break to walk and gossip instead of stewing at my desk over an email. Sneak away for impromptu drinks “after work”, doggy play dates and team lunches. They were my sounding board for life and professionally encouraging me to ask hard questions, dig deeper of myself and want more.
I was so hesitant to leave my job because I loved so many of the people I had gotten to know over three years and spent all my days with. But I knew I had to make a change for me, and that they would still be up the street (literally). I was also partially afraid that I would never see some of them again, other people I was close with have moved on or got new jobs and it just wasn’t the same. But since I left, not a whole lot has changed, lunch walks and coffee dates still happen, team lunches and happy hours, group texts and bitmoji’s and now even some snapchat fun.
We help inspire each other, learn and grow from each other, build each other up and laugh at each other, cry with each other and even borrow sneakers. We help each other to try not to take life so seriously, give the hard truths when it’s needed and just listen to each other.
I have realized (especially) lately how lucky I am to have so many strong fierce women around me, (you all know who you are!) thank you!