I meant this post to be a letter to 2015. I was going to write about all that I accomplished and became in the last year. But as I began to write, I realized most of my 2015 resolutions are still left unchecked. I didn’t lose weight. I didn’t become financially free. I didn’t move somewhere tropical, and I sure is hell didn’t buy a home in Hawaii. Yet this trip around the sun has been life changing (as they always are). And I now realize that those resolutions don’t matter or at least not the way I thought they did a year ago. They no longer define my happiness or my quality of life.

8/31/15 8/31/15

How to find yourself when you're lost AF and don't know where to start!

The reason I am so incredibly passionate about self-discovery is because for years I lived a lie, a life for others and in doing so I lost a part of myself, a HUGE part. One day I woke up and realized I was miserable. I did everything I was “supposed” to by society’s standards - went to college, worked my way up in my chosen profession, made a good salary, and lived in a fabulous San Francisco apartment. From the outside in, it appeared as if I had everything, but from the inside out, I was screaming, a silent scream nobody could hear but me. I ended up taking drastic measures - quit my job, walked away from life as I knew it and bought a one-way ticket to Bali.

5/6/15 5/6/15

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Slowing down has been a theme in my life, so I assumed this was the lesson to be learned. I’m in the process of learning to do less and do the task at hand with more integrity. I’m learning to say no more (many times to myself) and not let the “to-do” list rule my life. This lesson alone has been liberating, but I knew the Universe was trying to teach me something deeper, something that I have been avoiding.