My Intentions Moving Into the Next Year.

It is time for me to set intentions. Calmly, like a good yoga teacher. But not quietly - that’s just not my style.

This year was one of the more different years I have ever had.

It was the first year I wasn’t in school since age 3.5. I started junior kindergarten at age 3.5, like a good Ontario December baby.

I then did 10 years of tenure in that building till grade 8 (where I graduated with the Ontario Principal Council’s Award for Student Leadership).

But this isn’t a humble brag about how bossy I am.

We know I’m a "boss bitch".

What we don’t know is what to do next. We know I need to slow down. Catch my breath. Prepare for the next run. The next set of years in a school and the next big uphill. Medical school. A task that won’t be easy, but I know I can do it. But first, I’ve gotta get in.

So for now - moving slowly, unapologetically, is the intention. To stay moving. But just move a little slower.

One of the ways I intend to do that is by writing often. Badly, but often.

The best of that writing will live here. On hileydobbs.com.

I intend to make this space something I am proud of, but be incredibly clear, it is not a space of honour, it is an extension of my personal journal. This space is mine.

That means I make the rules, I am my own coach here and my own referee, but please for the love of God, call me on my bullshit, we know I will mess up.

So there you have it, my intention is to slow down. To write. To move slowly. Do some yoga and take some goddamn fucking deep breaths.

Just simply, finding what feels good.