The Year of Me
I’ve decided that 2019 is the Year of Me.
Call me selfish, call me pathetic, call me what you will – I’m not that bothered what you call me because this is the Year of Me!
Just like when J throws tantrums or cries over ridiculous things (not being able to pull my big toe off my foot) and we know he needs a lie down, so when I get overwhelmed or impatient or cry over ridiculous things (Marie Kondo throwing out all the stuff) I know I need time away.
Time out, time away, time to myself.
I am finally at a place now where I feel like I can get some semblance of balance in my life. I am not pregnant or breastfeeding (which is weird for me), J is at school, S has a nanny for half the day so I can work, so I have time and space to focus on myself. (Well, as much as that will ever be possible)
Which is what this year is going to be about: my mental, physical and family health. What I can do for myself to make sure I’m the best mom/wife/me I can be.
How exactly am I going to do that?
I’m not sure. I have so many ideas but the trick will be to find the time to do them.
Any thoughts on what I should include in my Year of Me?