I bought a watercolor book at the beginning of December. Actually, I bought two of them with the intention of gifting them for Christmas. I wasn’t sure yet just who would receive them. I loved them. There was just something about the almost paint-by-numbers quality of them while still holding room for personal touches of creativity. I ended up giving one to my niece Olivia on Christmas morning, but I kept one for myself. I actually gave Liv my favorite one—the one with woodla

Looking back (updated November, 2026): I wrote this post at the end of 2020, a year that rewrote almost every plan I had. I never did become a realtor. Instead, the habits on this list became the foundation for everything I do now, from my coaching practice to the book I mentioned in number 6. I’m leaving the original as it was, sloppy copy and all, because it’s still one of my favorite examples of how a life gets redrafted. 2020 prepared me for ALL the changes to come. 2020.