I remember beginning many years of my adult life already feeling overwhelmed, way before anything has actually started happening. Planning the year was a daunting task and something I did but, in secret, was always a little scared of. I wanted the “new beginnings” but the work put into starting over and setting goals and making plans intimidated me. I always have this discouraging voice inside my head telling me that by casting a vision for my future I’m really just opening myself up to more disappointment.But I pushed myself to do it January last year — to sit down, assess what I want for my life, put down my goals on paper, break it apart in manageable tasks. And even if I didn’t feel strong enough to make things happen, I did all the steps anyway.
And after having spent the last week reviewing how 2018 panned out for me personally, going back to what I had set for myself in the beginning, I am amazed to discover just how much I’ve accomplished, overcome, learned and grown. I mean, it still wasn’t perfect and I still have got so so much to work on, but seeing how many times I came out of my comfort zone to get things done, worked my way around obstacles, tried new things, met my targets and tried again when I missed, even if it’s just 50% of what I had intended to accomplish, I do feel like I’ve won. And this has given me enough confidence to start this brand new year without any fear or discouragement. Drawing out a roadmap for my life, I discover anew, is valuable and life-changing. And nobody else can do it for me but myself.
I’m amazed. This calm and composed inner disposition I have stepping into the year is new to me and I love it.