If you had asked me if I could ever imagine waking up one new years day in the future with my handsome freckled husband in our beautiful home on a mountain and our adorable twin girls, I would’ve said you were crazy. That’s the stuff dreams are made of. My imagination was limited or rather in what I thought was a more realistic realm.
This past year has been beautiful in many ways and difficult in others. Having two newborns during COVID is nothing anyone should have to go through, especially alone. We were very lucky to have the support of our parents at certain times through the year and are ever so grateful for those instances.
I didn’t think I would have a word for this year. Then as I washing baby bottles for the thousandth time, I thought is there a word for this year? Loud and clear the word came, FIERCE, then my mind was like, no, FUCKING FIERCE.
2020 was the year where I should’ve stepped into my power in so many ways. I actually told Mark the other day I missed my wild woman moment. So I am going to take it back in 2021 and be the mama, partner, friend, self advocate I wish to be. I am going to show up the way I’ve always wanted to and without apologie.
I mean, really, after the craziness that was 2020 what do I have to lose?