Week 1 of 52

As we wrap up the first week of the new year I thought I'd take a moment to reflect on the wins and the loses of 2017 and what could be done differently for 2018. The last 52 weeks of my life have been nothing short of lessons, experiences and accomplishments to say the least. 

Looking back, I can truly say I lived both my best and worst life-- more so worst than best. I cried almost everyday the first four months of the year. My mind was challenged, my spirit was low, my character was questioned, and I dealt with mild depression. Although I faced some tough obstacles, there was some good that came as well. I graduated college, found inner peace, I landed an entry-level position in Corporate America, I moved to another state, and although that put me back in depression I did make two life-long friends. Twenty-seventeen was definitely tough, but I'm here. Healthy, breathing, happy and forever grateful. 

Halfway through my reflection it dawned on me that 2017 was more bad for me than good because of me. That's right, I was at fault, nothing or no one else to blame. My energy was off, my attitude was shit, and up until May, my mind raced with more negative thoughts than positive. This year I refuse to let that happen. 

Every year as the new year rolls around, suddenly everyone is changing and claims the new year to be theirs. And I don't want to hop on the bandwagon, but 2018 is MY year. I feel it in my soul that this will be my Cardi B year. I'm claiming it now, and after everything I've been through in the last 12 months? I deserve it and some. 

I entered 2017 with a list of goals and resolutions, surprisingly many were achieved. However this year, none of that. Rather than sitting around and waiting for 2018 to bless me, I will speak light into my life and go after everything I want. I'm going to work harder than I ever worked before, taking risks and never giving up even if that means I have to fall five times before I can stand up six.