2022. Off to a very rough start. I am utterly determined to have this year be better than the last. For this to be a year full of growth and self-love and becoming myself. I know that there’s going to be a lot of growing pains, they were there before this year started.
What I want to do this year is to find my passions, my hobbies – who I am independent of anyone else’s preconceived notions of who I’m supposed to be.
So here are some goals for this year. Not new year’s resolutions because I think that doesn’t leave room for failure. So these are goals that I’m giving myself the grace to fail.
- fall back in love with reading. if that doesn’t work, something else that gets my brain working.
- be creative – writing, drawing, painting, just something.
- be active – run, walk, skip, something to keep me moving.
- study a little bit as many days as i can. doesn’t matter what. just study.
- take the MCAT and get a score. any score. ideally a good one.
- apply to med school. maybe even get in.
- fall in love with myself and my life right now. not just the future.
- love others but be responsible with my heart.
- be vulnerable with those who love me, including myself.
- dream big and actively seek those dreams.
I’ve realized that in many ways I’m still the girl I was at 17. Yes, there’s been a great deal of growth and tragedy and now I can go into a bar, but there’s still a lot of ways I haven’t. I’ve been stuck.
It’s time for me to step up to the plate and start swinging, but I’ve gotta remember to give myself the grace to strike out every now and then.
Lovingly Always 
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