JORDADDY
201812/30/2018 Let me start this by saying 2018 was a whirlwind of crazy. Good, bad, sad, challenging but all together amazing and nothing short of life changing. In 2018 I went back to NYC for the first time since leaving in 2015 when I went to school there. I went to California multiple times and each time was amazing and filled with memories. In September two of my best friends came to visit me in Vegas and then I went to Maui with two of the most authentic and genuine people I know. I jumped off 50 foot waterfalls, snorkeled in coral reefs, surfed, hiked, swam and indulged in somethings not too good for me. I spent part of my birthday month in my hometown since being gone for over a year. I partied hard with my friends, spent time with my family and damn near perfected my hangover cure. I closed the year off by spending Christmas with my friends in Vegas that have become more like family at this point. I got a hedgehog, started this blog, got a promotion, I started college, I stopped college, got bangs, booked a trip to Africa and learned a ton about who I am.
2018 held so many amazing memories and experiences for me and truly changed me as a person. With all that good however, there was also a lot of shit. As I've talked about in previous blogs I suffer from depression and this year reminded me once again just how hard it can be to cope with a mental illness. Behind the scenes of all the good 2018 brought was the episodes of days without eating, hours spent staring at walls, breakdowns worthy of an academy award and a ton of searching for what in the fuck would make me happy. My resolutions for this last year were to take accountability for my happiness, show appreciation for others and to really focus on self growth. I can honestly say I accomplished all of those and the trials and triumphs I experienced only made me learn and grow more. This year however, I simply am trying to give less shits about everything. I want to stop giving so much of myself away to people and exerting so much energy into being perfect or picking myself apart when I make a mistake. This year I want to do whatever makes me happy. I don't expect 2019 to be amazing or perfect or my best year yet, in fact I anticipate 2019 will be a lot like last year, and the year before that, and the one before that. Everyone always enters a new year hoping that this is gonna be it, the best one yet but honestly a new year doesn't mean anything. It will have ups and downs and times where everything sucks and times where everything is going right. The number on the calendar doesn't mean anything, what you do with the next 365 days is up to you and you're in charge of how you react to everything thrown at you. This may be a new year but it sure as hell is the same me. Im going to make mistakes Im going to be happy Im going to be sad Im going to travel Im going to spend too much money eating out Im probably not going to go the gym Im going to thank god for the amazing people in my life and lastly Im going spread the fucking love. 2018, you were cool but Thank u, next. Jorden
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