5 end of the year thoughts from "Eyes On The Road"
It's December, and December is for introspection...
Thanks for being patient with me, friends—personal updates since the last time I posted:
We hosted our first family gathering at our new home
We spent about five days taking care of a sick toddler while also sick
We spent three days recovering from the five days we spent taking care of said toddler
Life is beautiful and hard and exhilarating and wild and thrilling and everything else in between.
I do my best to be as consistent as possible on Substack, but I also don’t want to get in the habit of sharing empty content when I’m out of gas. That’s not why we’re here.
I appreciate the grace you’ve given me over the past few weeks, but now…I’m back, just in time for my annual three-week, end-of-the-year, “deep thoughts” extravaganza, complete with heavy doses of introspection, sleepiness, moodiness, and existential dread.
Endings spark a lot of feelings, even when the endings are strictly ceremonial, like the end of a calendar year. Chances are, the world will not be dramatically different when 2024 begins—but to many of us, the world will feel different, and sometimes the way that we feel shifts the nature of the world that we experience.
With this in mind, today I’m sharing five pages from my book, Eyes On The Road, that I hope will help you to feel more empowered, inspired, and at ease moving into 2024.
Purchase your copy of Eyes On The Road via Thought Catalog or Amazon.
Things to know:
I’m hosting a book giveaway with some friends on Instagram! Learn more about you can win nine free books, including your signed copy of “Eyes On The Road,” here.
I’m co-hosting my first wellness retreat from February 23rd - 25th at the prestigious Kripalu Institute in Stockbridge, Massachusetts! I’ll be leading affirmation and visualization exercises, among with some other activations rooted in wellness and community-building. I’d love to meet you in person! Learn more here.
I’m sharing more book content on Tik-tok!
Every day (not every year) you must choose. Serve God or not? Be a husband, or not? Be a dad or not? Be a writer or not? Be a therapist or not? You have to choose every day, and every day you don't choose, you *are* choosing. I don't attach more significance to Jan 1 than any other day. I might not be alive that day.