Well I have been turning 2015 over and over in my head. I liked the idea of picking one small word to describe the new year. I mean the 2013 Year of AWESOME was amazeballs! The 2014, not so much maybe, but that was more because I lost my way just a little bit. It happens to the best of us, right? Anyway, the more time I spent thinking about 2015 the more this one word kept popping up in my head...... more.
What the heck does that mean? The more time I spent thinking about the word more the clearer it became.
More moving. I'm going to attempt to accumulate 3.65 million steps this year. I'm 30,000+ steps in already this year. Go me! More yoga, the goal is 52 yoga sessions this year. More running. I miss running, so why did I stop? Well where I run has been in the news a little bit around these parts and not in a good way. Not exactly where I run, but the same trail system. On my last solo run, while 2+ kms from home I had a panic attack. It was mild, all things considered, and I was able to talk/breathe/run my way through it and get back home, but it scared the ever loving crap out of me. So the goal for this year is to figure out a new way to run that won't potentially trigger a panic attack. This will involve my running buddy as well as finding a new route. This anxiety thing is a work in progress.
More blogging! Can you believe that January marks 10 years of blogging here in Blogmotherland! Who would have thought it? I actually didn't even realize it myself until I digging back through the archives for something and I noticed the drop down menu went all the way back to 2005. So there shall be more old school blogging, who knows I may even bring some old favourites out of retirement.
There shall be more time with friends, more game nights, and more cooking (my cooking has gotten booooring). I want to get more on top of the laundry (laundry is the bane of my existence). I want to raise more money for the causes that are important to me and I want more organization at home (this will be the year of the walk in pantry I swear!!) to help us achieve all of the above.
And the biggest, more love. For you, for me, for my girls and Michael, for my family and friends. I want to sweat the small stuff a little bit less then I did this past year. More fun, more laughs... you get the idea.
So here's to all of you and to 2015, the year of MORE!