It's 10 p.m. on October 25 and I'm sitting here thinking about 2023 and the goals I want to make for myself. I'm not a fan of odd numbers unless it's in fives. Fives are okay I guess. Thus, I'm having a hard time not being superstitious about the odd year ahead. A few months ago I was bound and determined to have an insane 2023: take on more freelance work, finish my 50 states in 50 years, and do all the things. As we get closer and closer to the new year, I can say I'm not feeling that.
I feel it in my gut. It's telling me that's not how I should spend my 2023, which is weird because it's also my last year in my 30's. Shouldn't I go all out? One would think because, well, it's me. But that's just not what I feel. I feel....slowness and familiarity. To spend time doing all the things I love to do. Make some changes; shuffle life around a bit. I have nothing specific in mind as of yet, plenty of ideas floating in my head, but nothing set in stone. Nothing that I have put out into the universe to see what the mothership is telling me.
I still have a solid two months to solidify my 2023 goals, but it's on my mind. I need some inspiration. I need stories. I need to hear about travel plans, how every day life works for others, what you hope to happen. So tell me, what are you doing in the next year? What changes do you want to make? What is working for you and what isn't?