I don’t make resolutions/goals. Not because I won’t stick to them or because it’s cool too but because I feel like it doesn’t have to be a new year to do/change things you’re not happy about. 2018, will be the year I carry on doing me. I don’t do it well, but I survive.
Last year, I travelled to some of the world and I wrote about. I finally pulled my finger out of my ass and did it and it felt so good to be creative and to create content. I then had a few shit months, and so many of my scheduled posts didn’t make the publish button and are now deleted.
I’m moving house in 4 days and I feel like I need to start afresh. New home, fresh mind.
I want to push myself out of my comfort zone and clench that thirst for adventure. Crikey, that sounds so cliché but it’s true. I have a love/hate relationship with change and it’s something I’ve struggle with the past couple of weeks/months but now it’s here, I can’t be more excited.