Hurricanes aside, 2017 was not a bad year. Especially not when it came to travel. I got the chance to visit a new-to-me island in the Caribbean, which brought me closer to my ultimate goal: Caribbean Domination [insert evil laugh here], I got to meet a bunch of really amazing island women on an epic girls getaway and I got to meet and touch some animals in their own environment. All in all, not a bad travel year.
Happy New Year!
I’m here trying to grasp the reality of it all. It is 2017 and I will be 42 in just a few months. What the hell just happened? I feel like the clock is ticking. Ticking for what, I’m not sure.
I realized last year that new year’s resolutions are not my forte so this year I am setting goals instead. I may even make a visual board to motivate me daily. Who knows?