This makes a lot of sense given things I’ve been thinking about recently. 2018 is going to bring about lots of positive change, and I’m excited about it.
For example, I’ve signed up for the public defender trial training in January. I’m going to start doing more pro bono work, which will be made easy by my civil rights appointment, but I don’t want to stop there. I’m going to take this appointment as an opportunity for professional improvement. It will get me that much closer to my ultimate goal, which is to eventually sell my law firm and open a non-profit firm offering bankruptcy and criminal defense assistance to low income people.
I want to do the Go STL half marathon in April. I found this super beginner training schedule and it looks like I need to start right now. Ah!!!
I’m going to skip week 1.
I’m thinking about doing this challenge in 2018, but I’m just not sure if I’m motivated enough. I can barely finish a monthly challenge (like #fmspad). Thoughts? D has offered me his fancy camera. I figure this could be a good way to learn how to use it.
I need to read thirty more books this year to reach my goal.
I really enjoyed The Hypnotist’s Love Story. I related to it in a lot of ways. It’s interesting just how much previous relationships really do impact current ones, and also the weird secret shame that comes along with it: the feelings and comparisons and curiosity. I think this age of social media has made it so much harder for people to move on from failed relationships. Anyway…recommended.
I’m currently about halfway through reading an unpublished book written by a friend. I’d be finished by now if I could figure out how to get it on my kindle instead of my iPad. I hate reading on the iPad.
Off to search for my next read!
I started reading I Am That Girl by Alexis Jones as part of my three week Beachbody accountability group, and this part had me in tears. In a good way. So far, I’m loving it.
I am enough. I have enough. I do enough.
I am me. Every day.
Not who I think others expect me to be,
But the real, unedited, beauty-full, perfectly flawed version.
I choose to think for myself.
I speak my truth
And wrestle with life’s tough questions over and over again.
I daydream about a better world and strive to make it my reality.
My purpose drives me
And I give it the freedom to change and evolve.
I breathe life into my dreams and to the dreams of others.
I believe in magic. I look for it everywhere.
I make an adventure of ordinary things.
Create, imagine, reinvent, and get lost.
I do things that inspire me.
I defy the odds, raise my hand, sit at the table and lean in.
I refuse to give up.
I pursue my passion at all costs. I do things that terrify me.
My head dances among the stars, and my feet remain on mother earth.
I’m willing to ask the hard questions, to take chances, to love with my whole heart.
My mistakes and failures make me stronger.
I do not ascribe my worth to external validation, but my character.
I surround myself with phenomenal people,
Especially ones who don’t always agree with me.
I choose authenticity over perfection.
I appreciate the small details that tend to go unnoticed by others.
My worth is innate and immeasurable. I try to remind myself of that, daily.
I exercise patience as often as possible,
Stay vulnerable even when I want to close my heart
And practice coexisting with things that make me uncomfortable.
I set boundaries, work to honor them,
And am willing to edit people out of my life who don’t.
I walk more than a mile in other people’s shoes,
And suspend judgment as long as humanly possible.
I remember to laugh more, stress less, forgive often, and inject love everywhere I can.
I do my best to relinquish every ounce of control because it’s futile.
I throw my hands up, close my eyes, and
Revel in life’s awesome and mysterious ride.
My emotions are fleeting, they do not define me.
My choices do, and I do my best to make good ones.
I feed my body good, whole foods,
But I don’t punish myself for the occasional indulgence.
I move my body every day. I stretch, challenge, and honor her.
I rest when I need to.
I don’t accept every invitation that comes my way.
I practice saying “no.”
Show myself kindness, compassion, and unconditional love.
I am my best friend, I’m proud of me.
I share my life’s lessons with others, even the not so shiny ones.
I hold nothing back. Cry when I need to,
But also recognize when I need to buck up.
I remember to breathe and in that space, I find my calm among the chaos.
I owe it to myself to be remarkable, so I am.
To read 100 books this year. I’m currently stalled at 59 because I’m not super into either of the books I’m reading.
To get fit for my wedding. I have ten to fifteen pounds of fat I’d like to drop. I have four months. If I can stay healthy for a while it will be very doable.
Okay, I promise this isn’t turning into a fitness blog, BUT:
I’m so proud of myself this morning. I woke up at 6:40 am, got dressed, and went downstairs to exercise. This morning’s workout (Day 4) was Pilates inspired. It’s considered an active rest day, but it was still tough. My glutes were burning for real.
Getting up early ended up being kind of awesome. It set a nice tone for the rest of the day. I wasn’t rushing around to get ready. I had plenty of time. Despite the fact that I didn’t sleep well last night, I don’t feel overly tired. In fact, since I’ve started exercising regularly, I’ve noticed I have a lot more energy. I haven’t been napping! Are you shocked? I’m shocked. I think D is a bit shocked, too.
Anyway, I love it. I love this program. I love how I feel. I can’t wait to see my body change. Today my Shakeology should be delivered and I am pumped to get started.
I never thought I’d be the kind of person who gushed about an exercise program, but here I am.
I did the first workout today and holy shit that was hard. I’m feeling good about it though.