My Word of the Year for 2018 was "Adventure" and I'm not sure how much adventure I had. Unless you want to count things like my brother's opiate addiction an adventure. I really thought there would be more travel-type-adventure. I should have specified to the universe what I meant by "adventure". I feel like 2018 was my year of bullshit Drama.
I've decided that this year, my word is...
That is what I want this upcoming year to be.
As I have more and more doctors' appointments to discuss what my treatment options are going to be as I stomp cervical cancer into the ground, I want to be looking toward the future, not the past. I want to remain my unconventional, iconoclastic self. I want to be here, now, and tomorrow. I want my life to be more like art. I used to paint.
Another thing I will be doing is remodeling certain parts of my house this year. I think I need a fresh change in my surroundings. I want to clear out a lot of the clutter, so tomorrow, I'll be re-posting the Declutter Challenge I shared here in the past, which you can right-click-steal for yourself.
See you on the other side, everyone! Until the next year... cheers!