It's the last day of 2022, and I need to do a reflection post. 2022 started horribly. I mean bad. I spent days in bed crying snot-booger tears because the life I was so accustomed to having was finally coming to an end. Not by me choosing to do so but because the mask he wore finally fell off. I started off being consistent in the gym, but only because I was so angry about what happened, I had no way to release that anger, and the gym did help for a few months. But once I was no longer angry and got over it, I no longer felt the need to go to the gym. Not only that, but I needed someone to watch Gianny. Gym, work, and school is a lot to handle for someone applying to medical school. It's a lot. In 2022, I officially became a single mother. Something I said I would never allow happen to me; but it did.
In 2022, I finally started to see clearly. So I put my emotions aside and made decisions that led to sacrifices. But first, I had to ensure Gianny and I would be straight when we moved out of Florida.
It was like 2022 was an eye-opener year for me. I reflect on how much time I wasted staying in a relationship that served me no purpose. I don't want to waste another day. I'm usually optimistic and excited about New Year, but this time around, I'm generally nervous about 2023 and what it will bring. In 2022 I lost an old friend. A friend I used to live with passed away from cancer, which made me realize just how short life is. Man, nothing on this Earth is promised to us. Nothing at all!!! So no, I'm not going to write a list of goals down. I'm just going to take it one day at a time. I don't know what my future holds. However, I will start medical school in 2023. After that, I will move out of Florida. That's all I can say. I will no longer allow people to manipulate, use, and abuse me. I will say no. I'll plan self-care. I'll take care of my body because I can do these things one day at a time.
