Year after year a large percentage of people all around the world do the exact same thing before January 1st rolls around. We start talking about New Year’s resolutions. There’s a buzz in the air, winter has come and the air is crisp, family and friends are gathering to celebrate the holidays, we throw out our strict diets and workout routines and replace them with pie and family recipes that have been passed down from generation to generation. We spend more time with our loved ones than we do at the gym and then it hits us.
This is the first blog post I’ve ever written. It’s located on my first website that was created for the first business I’ve ever started. A few years back I was living a majority of my life in hospital beds and doctor’s offices with a diagnosis of lupus and a myriad of other ailments. At some point I thought all hope was lost and that all my hopes and dreams were dead. I had officially given up. Everything was a mess. I had to drop out of college, I lost my job, I had to file for bankruptcy because I was drowning in medical bills and I was too sick to get out of bed 90% of the time. I’ll never forget the day I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself.