A reflection on a year gone, and a year to come.

This year had some big moments; I bought a house with the woman I love, I got over pneumonia, and I (apparently) started a blog.
And I thought a lot about the times to come.

But comfort definitely sneaks up on us all, especially when we have every excuse to be comfortable.
It could be a job we’ve grown to know, a habit we know is bad for us, or the forever promise of starting something tomorrow because it’s easier to not have to worry today.
We grow attached to routines and the familiar which we know keep us stagnant, and figure that it’s better the devil we know than the one we don’t.

I’ve smoked, I’ve drank, I’ve been far too lazy and indulged far too much. I’m unhappy with my weight, and my habits. I’ve rested in my comfort zone.

This will be my journey, to move away from that. To move out of my comfort zone.
To take a little more pride in myself and to take life by the reins while they’re in my grasp.

Here’s to 2025. To New Years’ resolutions. To adventure and discovery, and to living intentionally.