This year has been a hell of a roller coaster, and I’m not sure the pandemic has been the greatest reason at the end of the day. Let me start by saying that I’ve been incredibly fortunate and blessed while others have had it a lot more difficult than myself. This is not to say I didn’t have some obstacles to overcome, but it’s not the same thing.

Now that I have that on the record, I have to admit that changes just weren’t in my plans when I wrote down my goals a year ago. Plans were to keep everything the same as much as I could because I thought I was on the right path for even more happiness. My thought process is that having happiness as a goal isn’t exactly a well-defined goal by any means. There’s a lot of shit that doesn’t get explained very well when your only goal is just strictly happiness. If I would’ve planned for what I accomplished this year, I’d probably have not been able to accomplish what I’ve done in my wildest dreams. I wouldn’t have imagined crying like a baby at the thought of starting not only a brand new chapter but more like something that feels like a brand new book.

For all the years that I thought I was just going through a bit of a long chapter of my life, the universe was secretly just wrapping up the last chapter of the book of “preparation”. This next book is all about growth. Now it just feels like I’m going to have to suck it up and practice what I preach for anybody I’ve ever advised, which is just going all-in on your growth to see what could blossom at the end. We’ll see what happens.