This year has been one of constant reflection; introspection and huge (if not ginormous) decisions being made. It’s been hard; challenging; exhausting and at times just painful.

I never understood what people meant when they said, “I went on a journey to find myself” until now.

What the hell does that even mean? I used to think. Until now.

This year’s journey for me meant:

Taking up space again. Literally and figuratively.

Finding my voice. Again.

Not accepting excuses on why I couldn’t be a better me. This meant no more blaming others or my circumstances. No more self-destruction. If I didn’t like it, I had to change it or me.

The hardest one – Loving myself as much if not more than loving others.

And as one of my friend’s (yes, I’ve called you my friend; stop beaming and get over it) states, “the journey of going from Elsa in Frozen to Pocahontas (in Pocahontas).”

Finding that inner child with hopes and dreams again and not just accommodating the rest of the world with their jaded views on accepting and settling because that’s what growing up means. I will have expectations and I will be disappointed if you do not meet them. And I will be overly enthusiastic when you do meet them.

Because nothing better describes this year for me then this article, called Make peace with your unlived life.

On that note, I’ll leave you with the words of Buddha: “Radiate boundless love towards the entire world – above, below, and across – unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.”

Much Love.