hello february.

January is always a difficult month for me. Always. It’s a combination of a few things… The ending of one part of my life and the beginning of another tends to feel very final to me. All of the quality family time and vacation from responsibility comes to an abrupt halt and back to reality I go. And it’s a not-so-gentle reminder that I’m one year farther away from the last time I saw my daddy. 

This year, I decided to confront that head on. Instead of running from my feelings, I leaned into them and decided to fully examine my emotions and take the steps I needed to pull myself out of that headspace. I focused more on myself this month than I have in years. I poured into myself physically, mentally, and spiritually. I separated myself from all things negative and surrounded myself with positivity. I put my family before anything and everything else and made it a priority to be there more. Not just be there, but really be present. To unplug and recharge as much as possible: phone away, laptop off, disconnect, and just be.

I shot for the stars on things that, a year ago, I would’ve said were far out of my grasp. And because of that I’ve been blessed with multiple opportunities to do more, grow more, be more. I’ve received amazing, spirit-lifting news and also been given disappointing, tearful news, but both have given me more than they’ve taken away and allowed me to see that where one door closes, a window opens. I’ve gained perspective, I’ve strengthened relationships, and I’ve taken another step closer to the person I want to be: a woman who is fearless in her pursuit of what sets her soul on fire. 

January is always a difficult month for me.