2018, and every year moving forward will be the year of “having it all” because I’m crystal fucking clear on what “having it all” means FOR ME, and I understand how that will change over time:
For me, on January 1, 2018, “having it all” means not having children.
“Having it all” means not owning real estate.
“Having it all” means trying every creative thing I’ve ever wanted to do or don’t get enough of at work this year, starting with improv and photography.
“Having it all” means adventures with my husband.
“Having it all” means not eating the garbage I used to eat so I can manage my Diabetes like a boss and hopefully have more time to make my mark on this world.
“Having it all” means prioritizing time for hanging out with my folks, whether that’s in San Diego, Orlando, or somewhere else in the world.
“Having it all” means having less friends when I stop tolerating ignorance, racism, sexism, homophobia, and all the other phobias and -isms, and start surrounding myself with folks who want to make this world a better place instead of sailing backward in time.
“Having it all” means long days when I am starting my day at 4:30am with a passion project, working my regular super badass job, and ending it with more passion projects and dedicated “no screen time” with Barry.
“Having it all” means speaking up and making my voice heard.
“Having it all” means getting really clear on who gets my time and attention, and not apologizing for it.
“Having it all” means advocating for myself: personally, professionally, emotionally, spiritually, health-wise, etc.
“Having it all” is realizing where my most deeply held beliefs come from, consciously choosing not to hold myself hostage to those stories, and rewriting them.
Happy New Year. Be good to each other.