New Year, New Energy

I’m declaring 2022 my year and I’m not sorry about it.

New Year, New Energy

I’m 33, in the best shape of my life, my marriage is stronger than ever, and my kids are absolutely thriving. Sophie’s killing it in sixth grade, Theo’s dinosaur obsession has evolved into legitimate paleontology knowledge, and Marcus just got another promotion at work.

So why have I been shrinking? Why have I been apologizing for wanting to look good, feel good, and take up space?

Main character energy activated

This is the year I stop making myself smaller to make other people comfortable. Main character energy starts now.

I spent New Year’s Eve in my favorite black athleisure set (yes, it’s from Lululemon, no I’m not sponsored, yes I saved up for it) feeling absolutely unstoppable. Marcus took these photos because I asked him to, and I’m posting them because I want to. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

Watch me.