Who would have known I’d be in the emergency room on a random Tuesday just conveniently at 1:08am? Probably you. If you’ve been following me on this wild journey, then you know that I’m a frequent flyer at Abbott Northwestern Hospital. I hate to admit it but I know 90% of the cardiac team by first name and even manage to squeeze in impromptu coffee dates with some while picking up refills of my highly-priced medication.
New month. New beginning. New mindset. New focus. New start. New intensions. New results. I know last week I talked about how to how to successfully set and achieve new goals in 2020 so I guess the next step is to get rid of the old and bring in the new!
Here we are again full swing. And to be completely honest with you I’m actually really scared. My birthday is weeks away and it freaks me out that I’ll be TWENTY-FIVE. Can we just rewind to the part where I would run off the bus to watch Lizzie McGuire and only take bathroom breaks during the commercials? If only that was a real possibility, right? Well there is a real possibility in successfully setting goals and achieving them in 2020.
Who am I to say that you shouldn’t be on social media as much as you are? I mean it’s routine for Christ sake. You wake up from the obnoxious sound of your alarm clock and roll over reaching for your phone in hopes of having enough time to get ready for the job that you’re not too excited about. You spend an extra 10 minutes doing thumb aerobics as you scroll through your Instagram feed and refresh the page just one more time to make sure you didn’t miss a specific persons potential story from last night. Continue reading “How Much Is Too Much?”
Here we are… In 2019. It’s hard for me to break down what I’ve been through these last couple of years. Not because I don’t remember what’s happened or I’m afraid to talk about it – but I don’t think the English dictionary has words that can explain it. For you to understand. Generalized Anxiety Disorder, losing my sister and best friend, heart failure, CMV, medications, trichotillomania, and depression. Despite all the negatives, I love myself now more than you’ll ever know.