2017. A new year, a new start. A fresh way to see the world.
Let me tell you: it hasn't been easy. January was all about nourishment. I took it upon myself to take it easy, sleep, relax, swim, run and walk as I so decided, and it felt really good.
Until it didn't. I keep trying not to get down on myself when I have low days. As someone who lives with active Bipolar Disorder, these days can pop up, unexplained and for as long as they so choose.
Now something I've been trying out in the new year of 2017 is being more patient and lenient with myself and my expectations. Something I've been working on is writing out my goals, making simpler goals, and then really trying to build the foundations of my goals in an honest and realistic way. I can say it's been going well, all things considered.
What I think I never really fully comprehended was just how deeply I had ravaged myself and my soul, in trying to survive school and work and all that. Four years of completely pushing my spirit to the limit - that takes some tolls, I can assure you.
My first week of January was perfection. I had a really good New Years Eve and New Years Day, followed by some well-spent social and personal time. Over the first two weeks of the year I experienced good eating, hydration, reading, activity and attitude; I took understanding myself to different levels by cutting out junk, the internet, and even bad energy - wherever it existed in my life. This led into somewhat of a spiritual detox - my body and spirit oozed out all the seeping stress, negativity and trapped energy.
Week two and three were all about surviving this detox.