And so this is 31. Another year over. A new one just begun. I woke up this morning and greeted 31 with bedraggled hair and bleary eyes. A wonderful weekend with my family was ending as this new year began. Ever since I moved away from Texas, time has been the best gift I can receive. An entire weekend with my parents and husband ranks as the absolute best.
29 was the year I decided to quit hating myself. I actively started seeking and pursuing things that made me happy. 30 was the year that I made my fitness my hobby. Running has been such a force in my life. I can’t imagine not running now. 31 is the year I’m planning to rediscover hobbies. While running (and now weight lifting) are great fitness hobbies, I want to supplement my reading habit with other hobbies. I’m not sure what it will be, but I want to go looking for it. I’ve fallen in love with myself and I want to keep that going.