It’s finally the end of an eternal January.
As I sit here tonight, I can’t help but reflect on this month as being a long, occasionally painful time of growth. For me, January represented more than just a time of resolution. It was a time of self-care and making tangible changes. It was a time for me to take a hard look at my life and its direction and determine what happens next.
See, being in your late twenties is a really odd time because there’s so much stagnation paired with change. Right now, I feel like I’m not necessarily moving in any particular direction, but I can feel a certain shifting begin. Little things like eating right and making sure I move every day become essential rather than optional. Making choices about how I spend my time and with whom are no longer taken at whim. Everything feels more intentional. And with that intention, I think I can feel a change coming. Time is no longer expendable. Things must serve a purpose.
So as the night continues on and we slowly age into February, I’m choosing to go forward with intention. It’s time to plan again and step out of my comfort zone. I’ve had my rest, and now I crave movement.