I am not a New Year’s resolutions kinda girl. They’re usually about losing weight or going to the gym, and broken after two weeks. But there is something I’m quite into, and that is focus words. And this year’s word? Growth. I want to grow.
Not physically. I’m pretty sure I’m stuck at 5’6 for the foreseeable future. But I’d like to imagine myself as blooming and blossoming in 2019 – I have some big plans.
That’s why, rather obnoxiously, I asked my sister (and future make-up artist) Kate to put her considerable skills to good use and help me grow some flowers of out my hand. I like a bit of symbolism on Monday night.
But what I need to remember is that growth isn’t always linear. Sometimes you’ll come to a halt. Sometimes you’ll rocket skywards. And growth isn’t always comfortable or easy, either.
This year, I’ll have triumphs and successes. My happy moments. Gratitude. But I’m also going to make mistakes. I’m going to feel sad and nervous. And unsure. Although, I hope I’ll have the courage, wisdom and positivity to pick myself back up, dust myself off and do the right thing. Whatever that might be.
So, here’s to a year of growth. 365 days of learning and loving. I hope I conquer the things that scare me. I hope I achieve the things I dream about. But, above all, I hope I’m happy.
Thanks to Kate McMullen for turning me into an ethereal floral creature.