Welp, it’s officially 2019 team and we made it through another year. If you’re reading this expecting me to come out swinging with some “new year, new me” bs, let me stop you right now. Unfortunately for all of you, I plan on coming into 2019 the same old tenacious little midget with high aspirations and big dreams. We are in fight camp, so I’m sitting here writing this eating a protein muffin and downing some coffee like Voldemort desperately slurping unicorn blood in order to achieve eternal life. I think starting over can be liberating and admirable, but I’ve already established my foundation and I am simply looking to build upon it this coming year.
We are currently prepping for the atom weight title fight, and trust me when I say, my coaches are fully committed to the task at hand (not saying they are beating my ass like I stole something on the regular, but I am getting really good at surviving through the torture). I am literally working my butt off, and I am just thrilled at the prospect of looking like a prepubescent boy at weigh ins once again. All joking aside, I love fighting at this weight class and my whole life has been all about working hard in preparation for things like this. We are coming into 2019, figurative guns blazing, and absolutely annihilating every thing in my path (including the cup of coffee I just spilled 🙁 dang. I now vaguely understand Voldemort’s desperation).
Not only is today the first official day of the New Year, it also just so happens to be my anniversary with my significant other. What a fantastic way to start 2019 and although his current walking situation is less than ideal, I look forward to his Lieutenant Dan moment of engaging his “new legs” and being a beast once again. Cheers to not only a happy New Year, but a healthy one as well! (Meaning no more surgeries John!) Also, taking a moment of appreciation for him for putting up with me for 2 years; it’s an absolute victorious feat I promise you. We rang in the New Year and our anniversary with chess, Scrabble, and a customized steak (He branded a hunk of meat with the phrase: “I love you for real”, basically solidifying that romance ain’t dead y’all). John just taught me how to play chess last week and being that I’m a novice and his crypt keeper ass has been playing since he was 11, I lose every time. I don’t like losing but I embrace new challenges and I like the strategy aspect and how it correlates to BJJ; always planning ahead. I did wreck him in Scrabble though. Don’t play with me in a word game fam. I’ll Dr. Seuss all of your butts.
I’m mentally preparing myself for the arduous training session in my future for tonight. I know it will be another one that tests me mentally and physically and since I didn’t leave 2018 as a little bitch, you better believe I’m not going into 2019 as one, although I am planning on keeping my remarkable sense of humor. 2019 I will laugh, I will love, I will live, and I will lick some tail in the cage. I set goals for myself and strive to ensure their success and embrace the hard road ahead. No one said this life would be easy, but I have been lucky enough to find the strength to endure and overcome and the good fortune of the greatest support system a person can have. I’ve always wanted to work hard and be a champion, so to me, that’s not a resolution. My only resolution this year, as I feel it is the one thing I need to work on the most, is to not let the little things get to me. I allow people and situations to affect me all to greatly and get under my skin and stress me out, which then causes a domino effect of acute anger and emotional outbursts. This year I will be better at self care and allowing myself time to process things calmly rather than falling victim to minute irritants. Hopefully this helps curb some of my anxiety and depressive episodes because the only toxic thing I want in my life is the Britney Spears song because honestly, it’s a classic.
This blog is taking me a bit longer than usual to write because I keep getting up to sashay over toward John and mimic interpretive dance while crowding his personal bubble. Unfortunately for him, I am bringing my weirdness and absurdity into the New Year and he is going to have to deal with my waltzing and animated facial expressions and like it. I am a piece of glitter in a world full of dust and dammit, I will sparkle to my heart’s content. Raise your glasses to a fantastic 2019 (even if it’s only 10 in the morning) and cheers to the same you for this year, just an upgraded and more deluxe version. I hope you chase dreams, pursue goals, grow with experiences, and live your best life. Let us all continue to try and be the best versions of ourselves, kooky flaws and all, and make 2019 the greatest year yet!
