Happy New Year, everyone!!
I hope everyone had a safe and fun celebration (of any kind) last night. I am going to keep today’s post short as we’re already into the new year and there is not a huge point in focusing on the past. 2022 was a lot of things for me: difficult, lonely, overwhelming, beautiful, but most importantly, transformative. My year started in a way I could have never expected and the rest of the year followed in suit. Most of the year, the scale felt tipped on one side to the point where it was overwhelming for me and I couldn’t see in front of me, but then I made a choice. Followed by another choice and another choice and another choice until I could dig myself out of the hole and toward the light. I learned so much about my own resilience and how far I can be pushed before I have to push back. I experienced loss in more ways than one, but I experienced love in the most powerful ways as well. I learned how to sit in discomfort and what the meaning of gratitude is. I have memories I hope to forget one day alongside memories I hope I never forget. It sounds vague and a little cliché, I know, but 2022 was one of those years that was equally as memorable as it was forgettable (excluding very obvious things like all of my nieces being born).
I don’t feel like overall it was a bad year, but I haven’t felt so sure about good things heading my way in this new year since I declared 2019 The Year of Alexa. When I talked about the hardest part of living here in El Paso, it was that suddenly I didn’t have the ability to choose certain things that were always at my disposal before. With the way the last three months of 2022 went, I felt inspired and encouraged to make 2023 all about choices–choosing to be happy when things are bad, choosing the people I share things with, choosing things for my life without always considering how others will feel about it, choosing me again. I want to stop being so insecure about my choices and remind myself how smart I am, and have always been, when it comes to curating my life. When I created my 2022 visionboard, I should have known then that the year would be unpredictable because it was the first year in a long time where I had no concrete goals. However, as I look at my 2023 visionboard above–even with the limitations of what’s available in print magazines to fit my goals and themes–I see so many things that reflect different parts of me that I let fall by the wayside over the last couple of years.
I don’t know if it’s because it is the last year of my 20s or us waltzing into the 4th year of the pandemic, but I’m just ready to make my life more fulfilling. I owe it to myself. Cheers to 2023!!
xx, AE
Lex in the City 