I achieved a lot of "firsts" in 2021: I completed my first trail race, finally attained my goal weight (something I've tried for 10+ years), quit my job with no new job lined up (a glorious feeling!). . . It was a big year with big accomplishments.
2021 was one of the most important and best years of my life and the start of a completely new chapter for me. For these reasons, it’s been difficult for me to acknowledge that it's ending.
Now I feel like I'm actually paying attention to my life for the first time. I'm asking myself what I want to do each day. I’m noticing my mind, my thoughts, feelings and emotions. I'm connecting with life, like it's a person I'm genuinely interested in.
I realized I was living a life I didn't actually want. Even worse, I felt like I had no way of changing this trajectory I was on, a feeling that made me sick.
I thought alot about what it would feel like after I quit my job. I fantasized about the first morning I could wake up and not have work looming over my head,
