Last New Year’s Eve I was inspired, to not go out and get wasted (WHAT?!?!) instead I opted to go to a yoga workshop and make vision boards and write down goals I'd like to bring into this year, one of them being writing, and since I don’t really consider any of my strongly worded emails or texts to my ex, as some sort of great form of writing and expressing myself, I thought I would give this a go again. it’s been a minute (over 2 years).

2017 has been the year I’ve very much gotten into self-reflection, going to yoga, doing meditation, energy healings and making sure all of my chakras are in line. With all that said there are still a few things I’d like to leave behind in 2017... where do I even begin?

For starters, I’d like to leave behind my bad financial habits. I used to think my fiscal irresponsibility was a result of being a free-spirited Gemini. At 26 my assets include an excessive amount of beauty/ fashion books from anthropology, and a Kim Kardashian workout booty DVD featuring Kim’s old face/ body (vintage), so basically, I have nothing.

Something else I’d like to leave behind is my crippling anxiety. I work very hard at dealing with it because I don’t find it to be an attractive/fun/flirty quality that it’s made out to be, it shaves years off your life and it conditions you to value all the wrong things, and although I can't control those times when I have an occasional panic attack at a Walmart parking lot or at someone’s house party, I’ve learned how to deal.

Another resolution that I made this year was to detach myself from my iPhone. I read somewhere that you are more likely to drop your phone and break it then to get it stolen, well that was most definitely not true in my case. This year I got my phone stolen twice, and the second I got my new phones (and yes, my Verizon bill is Hella expensive) I just can’t seem to put it down, I have such an unhealthy relationship with my phone, I always have... I don’t keep my phone next to my bed, like most, I keep it next to my face and I don’t just sleep with a cell phone, I sleep with my kindle and my iPad. and a dog that snores like Rick Ross, basically I have no room for a man in my life. it’s so unhealthy, I tried downloading an app that tracks how many times a day I pick up my phone and how many hrs. That  I’m on it to hold myself accountable, but it doesn’t work! Michael Jackson’s mom recently went to someplace in Arizona where they took her cell phone away and I feel like I need that to be part of my 2018 journey...

-namaste 

Amanda