from a friends fb post:
Keanu Reeves writes.. “My friend’s mom has eaten healthy all her life. Never ever consumed alcohol or any “bad” food, exercised every day, very limber, very active, took all supplements suggested by her doctor, never went in the sun without sunscreen and when she did it was for as short a period as possible- so pretty much she protected her health with the utmost that anyone could. She is now 76 and has skin cancer, bone marrow cancer and extreme osteoporosis.
My friend’s father eats bacon on top of bacon, butter on top of butter, fat on top of fat, never and I mean never exercised, was out in the sun burnt to a crisp every summer, he basically took the approach to live life to his fullest and not as others suggest. He is 81 and the doctors says his health is that of a young person.
People you cannot hide from your poison. It’s out there and it will find you so in the words of my friend’s still living mother: ” if I would have known my life would end this way I would have lived it more to the fullest enjoying everything I was told not to!”
None of us are getting out of here alive, so please stop treating yourself like an after thought. Eat the delicious food. Walk in the sunshine. Jump in the ocean. Say the truth that you’re carrying in your heart like hidden treasure. Be silly. Be kind. Be weird. There’s no time for anything else.”
& that is how i feel about 2018.
i set goals. goals i achieved.
to the naked eye, they may look lame AF & not even ‘goal worthy’, but believe me when i say, this was some hard shit to do. from actually making ‘achievable’ but negotiable goals, and being alright with that … to planning for each thing and making sure my feng shui was respected & maintained @ all times LOL
i did the epic fail on some of them … like taking way to many anti-anxiety meds for one of the kids ‘gatherings’ & only remembering part of the actually event the following day … too having to take my funky ass outta the situation for a giant panic attack & hissy fit & howly bag really, & then having to return to the situation; one occasion, still in tears.
it meant explanations & no explanations.
they stretched me. made me tired. gave me a tonne of panic fucks. they messed with my feng shui & fucked up my body.
but i did them.
not cos i had to. but because i wanted too. i wanted to get my shit done. i wanted to build on each thing & do more. i wanted to get to the end of this year knowing that i had done what i set out to do.
& i did.
i don’t regret any of the ‘how’ i managed my shit, cos sometimes, it just was not pretty lol.
but i still fucking got it done.
& i think thats been my biggest lesson this year.
that sometimes its not how we plan it. its not what we think it will be. its not how we design it in ours heads.
& there is no right or wrong way to get that shit done. cos when its done, its done!
so here’s to achieving shit. heres to jobs well done.
heres to me ;)
i’m pretty proud of me!