For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice. T.S. Eliot

I’m going to tell you something and it’s NOT a secret. This is the year for me. I feel it in my bones. I am so close to reaching a goal and the entire outcome is centered on just one thing: completion.

I’m not making the 38 project happen this January, but by the end of 2020, it’s 100% going to be a real thing. I’ll save all the other words on this subject for my chapters and transition to the following: for most of my life, I’ve always felt the need to be loud and loving. I remember being scolded for my volume but encouraged to care.

See what I’ve done here? I’ve referenced the future and the past. Isn’t that what people do on New Year’s Eve? We think back, diving deep, and then we swim forward. But what about now? What about this exact moment?

I’m loudly loving the energy I feel in the present moment. A few big things are happening and I’m celebrating the ordinary joy that comes to me when I am present. I formed the Facebook group, More for Mor(Swedish word for mother), so that I can connect with mamas. We lack outlets for keeping it real and I desperately desire for more authentic awesome mama vibes in my life. I’m also getting ready to kick-off fika fests, which are themed pop-ups for moms. Moreover, I’m thinking I’m going all in on me time. It’s taken me awhile to like myself and I’m digging solo adventures.

I’m going to try something different. I’m not going to toast to what was or what will be. I’m raising my glass to right now. Here’s to this moment. Drink it all in.