I started the new year feeling burnt out and exhausted, and I suspect I'm not the only one.
If you're a regular reader, you may have noticed that it's been a little quiet over here as of late. I didn't even have the energy to write my usual end-of-year post, where I reflect on the previous twelve months and celebrate my successes.
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It's finally beginning to feel like spring. This past winter seemed to stretch on forever, teasing us with the odd warm day here and there before descending back into snow and icy winds straight from Antarctica.
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Besides autumn, the beginning of January is my favourite time of year.
The idea of a fresh start never fails to bring a renewed enthusiasm and sense of motivation, even with an uncertain twelve months stretching before us.
A year ago today, I sat down and reflected on 2019. I detailed my travel adventures and big life milestones, and declared it 'the best year of my life!'
It was surprising therapeutic, and I think we could all use a little extra therapy these days. So I decided to take an in-depth look at 2020, the year of ups and downs.
Like a squirrel peering tentatively out of his nest at the first signs of spring, I'm taking my first steps back into the world of blogging.
We are currently in the midst of a global health pandemic.
COVID-19 has swept through the planet, leaving a trail of fear and death in its wake. The most powerful countries in the world are struggling to contain the virus, and citizens are advised to stay inside their homes unless absolutely necessary. Supermarket shelves are empty, schools are closed and the hospitals are completely overwhelmed with patients.
It seems that the older I get, the faster time flies by. I'm always looking for ways to live a more mindful and intentional life, so I put aside some time to sit down and review the past year in detail. I'll be reflecting on my achievements and looking back at the goals I set myself at the start of 2019 - after all, there's nothing better than starting a new year with a clean slate.
Elliott asked me to marry him!
After five years together, we are officially an engaged couple. Words can't describe how happy I am!
At precisely 2.22am this morning, I turned 30 years old.
In the weeks leading up to this milestone birthday I half-expected to feel a mixture of panic and dread, but instead I feel proud of what I've accomplished over the last three decades and excited for the next stage of my life.
From The Pumpkin Patch 