Yes. You read that right.
I’m a lover of Mondays.
Wait.
Now hear me out. (And, yes, I know it’s not Monday.)
I love fresh starts and clean slates and new beginnings. I love Mondays. I love firsts of the month. (Don’t even get me started on when the first of the month falls on a Monday! 🥳) I love mornings - brand new days, but more than all those things, I love me a brand spankin’ new calendar, new planner…a new year. AND!…to top it all off, it’s a brand new decade.
So, like (most) everyone else, I’ve got some resolutions.
Of course, there’s the obligatory health/weight loss resolution, which I’ve made nearly every year of my adult life, but here I am, still carrying the baby weight of both my daughters.... 😒 But more than that, I want to work on my relationship with God, and my marriage, my heart, my family, and my home. This whole new year/new decade thing has me so beyond inspired, I can hardly contain myself.
It’s like the year 2020 is going to ring in a brand new kind of new, and I have to grab a nice handful of that bright, shiny newness for myself. It’s right there. All I have to do is reach and it’s mine.
So, here I am. I’m starting this diary to write it all down. I do have to say, it does seem like pen and paper would be easier, but I suppose that’s the Xennial in me.
(I can’t help but think of Bridget Jones, minus the fuckwits and Daniel Cleavers 😂)
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