2018, how I love thee.

Dominic is speaking to Susan (T-T) on the phone while he creates things with his building blocks.

I made a commitment to myself that this is the year I dedicate to finding myself again.

I don't think I'm completely lost, but sometimes I know I am. I forget myself; I forget what matters to me; I forget to pay attention to me and to take care of my own body.

I'm making a commitment this year to find and give attention to the things that matter to me most. And, you know, after all this time not giving attention to those things, it's going to take forced change. It's going to mean redefining habits and best uses of time.

Here are three examples of measurable, tangible changes I've already made:
1. I'm blogging again - obviously. The topics will get better - wiser - as time goes on. But the idea is just to write it down. Whatever it may be.
2. Photograph something every day. I want to really capture moments; even if they're insignificant. I just want to be able to look back at this year and lay eyes on moments from each day that mattered to me.
3. Read more. JM bought me Tranny, by Laura Jane Grace for Christmas. I just started it yesterday and I'm excited to say I'm already about 100 pages into it.

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