Shortly after Christmas, just as I feel myself running out of “family time” tolerance, I start to get introspective. I look at my year in the rear-view mirror and assess myself. It helps that I journal somewhat regularly. I go back, compare entries, and feel grateful for all the growth I’ve jammed into another 365. This year there was A LOT of growth jamming. So much jam. Peanut butter and growth jelly.
ANYWAY… here was me last year; a snapshot. Some of the struggles are the same, but in many ways I’m happy not to have new problems. Life and limb intact.
I’m a thug [read emotionally intelligent and proactively self-aware individual]. Thugs don’t make resolutions. They are everyday attempting to review and renew in order to rise from their ashes and reveal and shiny new self [see also Phoenix]. Thugs don’t wait until January 1st. CLEARLY they wait until The 5th! In my defense, I began working on these months ago. I’m sharing with you in the hopes of getting a few accountability partners.
My New Years Thug-olutions (featuring some help from Instagram and a Buzzfeed post I read) are as follows:
1. You owe it to yourself to research your passions. Don’t bury them; unfulfilled and sitting silent in the soul like seeds waiting in dormancy…
“Even though the road is long, no matter what come, I know I gon’ make it!”
To boldly Roze where no Roze has ever Goes before! Gonna make 2017 my