No BS

To whomever is reading this, I’m writing this to meet a quota I made in the beginning of the year. I told myself I’d release a new blog post every month in 2020 and now, in December, I honestly don’t even feel like it. Last month I realized I was only writing for the blog instead of journaling to organize my thoughts. In that time I’ve journaled a lot but now I don’t know what I want to post for the public eye. I’ve been doing some soul searching, reflecting, and some identifying in the past month that I’m not sure I’m ready to reveal yet – or if I even will. I started this blog because I wanted people to be able to understand me. Now I’m working on understanding me and my life’s purpose even more. It’s been fun sharing what I’ve learned each month about myself and giving minor details on some mistakes and set backs I’ve had to endure because I’m hardheaded… that and the flesh is weak [side eye]. But right now in this moment, I don’t want to do that. I want what I’ve brought to light within myself in the past month to stay to myself. It’s not you, it’s just personal. And I know I have some more personal thoughts to put down on paper so I can realign and get back to the grind. So much I want to say and so much I need to release….

I highly suggest taking time out of your day or week to just write it all down. Taking the time to write about why someone putting ketchup directly on their fries instead of on the side or why you feel the need to work to have others feel as miserable as you instead of using that same energy to better your situation can be very beneficial to your personal growth. If therapy isn’t your move or you don’t have the time, a quick journal entry can make all the better. We’re building healthy habits and taking care of our mental health for the rest of our days on this earth, not just in a certain year. Treat yourself better, up your standards. People treat you how you treat yourself so if you allow bullshit personally, then you’re going to deal with it from others as well. So I wrote this here so I could meet my quota and have my word continue to mean something, especially to myself. If I said it, I meant it. One goal accomplished. Pressure was applied and I handled it. Yay me [confetti pop].