Last year was a banner year for me in a lot of ways.

Physically, I ran the New York City Half Marathon, the Chicago Marathon and the 200+-mile team Ragnar Relay to South Beach, Miami.

Careerwise, I attended a prestigious workshop for aspiring authors in New York City, hit an income goal for myself and my business that I’ve been chasing for about five years, and saw THIS six-year-old blog start turning a small profit (at last).

Personally, my husband and I bought our first house.

Among all that, I volunteered for a variety of causes, pushed myself to become more organized, stopped drinking alcohol (nearly completely) and became a full-fledged vegetarian.

2017 was like New Year’s resolutions on steroids for me. None of those things were “resolutions” per se – some were long-term goals finally coming to fruition and some were the result of waking up one day on a whim and proclaiming that I was going to accomplish one or another. It was an action-packed, good year. But I’m tired. So is my husband. So are my kids.

I’ve enjoyed seeing all of my friends post on their 2018 resolutions to get fitter, eat healthier, save more money, get their homes organized, meet career goals and more. I like seeing what motivates the people in my life. You won’t ever hear me make fun of New Year’s resolutions or any type of goal setting. I’m a goal-shattering addict myself – I get it.

I won’t be making any New Year’s resolutions this year though, or signing up for any world-famous races or writing clinics, or trying to lose 20 pounds by skipping the chips and salsa. I’m good.

I’m good enough.

I’m smart enough. I make enough money. I’m skinny (enough, anyway). I’m healthy. I have a roof over my head and healthy, kind kids. Despite spreading myself too thin too many times, I’m still happily married.

I’ll still try new things and lend a hand when it’s asked of me this year. I’ll fulfill any and all commitments I’ve already made. I’ll say “yes” to the projects and activities that pique my interest and turn down everything else. I’ll let people help me when they offer. I’ll help others when I’m given the opportunity.

I won’t look for grand ways to transform my life though. I won’t go out searching for anything to make me better or feel better about myself.

I’m good.

I’m good enough.

By next year, it might be a different story. But this is 2018 me.

I wish you all well in your 2018 selves – I look forward to hearing and reading about all your adventures.

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