Year 28

When I sat down to write this, I was going to write a year in review. 

I scrolled to my post from my birthday last year to find a different version of what I wrote for my reflection this week. 

Either I am learning lessons very slowly or I have been beating myself up for the same thing for the last year. Or maybe, I have stumbled upon a challenge that will have no clear outcome and therefore, I’ll never know if I am improving or declining. 

For not knowing if I am doing much, I posted to my blog over 60 times in the last year. Across those posts, I played with various formats, various timelines between postings, and various degrees of intentionality. Some of them are simple. Some of them are more complex. 

Most of them are me rambling with the hope that there is something that someone can take away from it. 

All of it is me showing that I am committed to taking action to move me to where I want to be. 

While I am not always proud of the body of work, I am proud of the effort that I have put in. 

While I would like to be more intentional or make more progress - I am proud of the steps that I have taken forward. 

While I am not always proud of what I have or haven’t done, I am proud that I can reflect and recognize that. 

After reading through some of what I have written over the past year, I can’t help but shake my head a little. At the recurring battles, the recurring themes, how detailed I was in writing about the death of my dogs, how easy it is to tell when I was watching comments by hustle bros and the influence that they temporarily had on the way I approached thinking. 

It’s honestly, likely been a lasting impact, just not nearly as far to the front of my brain as it was in some of those pieces. 

It was funny seeing a set of reflections done mostly by ChatGPT knowing that it is incredibly easy for me to tell when people have leveraged it for their writing because of how much I have used it for this. 

And because I have yet to meet someone who wants to put as many emojis in their writing as ChatGPT does. 

While moderately humorous and other times painful to try to read, good job to me for trying. As hard of a time as I like to give myself and for as much as I try to get in my own way at times - I’m glad to see a consistent body of work and the evolutions that it has undergone to this point. 

Here’s to continued evolution and a successful last year in my 20s.