I dedicated a blog post to welcoming 2020 while simultaneously noting that the ’10s decade didn’t exactly start off on the best foot. It wasn’t for nothing. As I talk about in that post, the happenings in the beginning of that decade brought me to the exact place that I needed to be in life. I’m grateful for the hardship and the lessons learned because I wouldn’t be who I am today without it.
The irony is that these roarin’ 20s (is that what we’re calling this decade?) hasn’t exactly given me the warmest welcome either. I brought in the new year fighting with those close to me. A week or so after that one of my dental implant posts came unhinged. I had to go three days with it sticking out of my gum line unsure if it was a true dental emergency or not because my doctor was unavailable and his backup doctor never called me back. That’s one way to throw my over analytical and anxious mind into overdrive.
Following those events I was hit with a terrible head cold that went straight into being brought down by the freaking flu. The majority of my time was spent pretty much glued to the couch. I had no energy to go anywhere or do anything.
January threw me some serious curveballs. If not for Ben and extra Nash cuddles, I probably would have cried a lot more than I did.
The first month of the year did have some highlights. Ben and I took a full weekend off for some true quality time. I landed and published some pretty sweet blog campaigns that I’m dang proud of. Our new washer and dryer got delivered and they are beeeeeautiful (a proud homeowner purchase). A paid speaking engagement opportunity for an influencer panel in New Jersey even found its way to my inbox. That was a pinch me moment for sure.
As I type this blog post I’m actually on the flight to Newark for that influencer panel. Though I’m not 100% back to “normal” me, or my “normal” routines, I’m hopeful for a fruitful February. Newark will be a quick trip, and then we’re off to Miami with friends next weekend. The travel won’t end there. Later this month Ben and I will be heading to Austin for our friends’s bachelor and bachelorette parties.
I’m writing this post to remind myself that just because a decade, a month, or a new year starts off on the most unwelcoming foot – it doesn’t mean it won’t turn around. One month out of the year cannot define the full year. Just like one bad day shouldn’t define a whole week.
February, I’m ready for you. Bring on the comeback of my health, the travel, new opportunities for this blog, and most importantly: my birthday.