I’ve never loved New Year goals or resolutions. They’ve always felt forced, like trying to sprint, you hate running. Honestly, my birthday feels more like the start of my year anyway. Instead of resolutions, I choose a word. One word to carry, sit with, wrestle through. This year, it’s a word I’ve already been living with for a while now: Intentional.

College? Oh, it was fun.  I had the kind of good times where trouble was practically my sidekick. My dad still jokes that when I called home

Starting something new is awkward and uncomfortable, and you might not be great at it, but what sets you apart is that you started.