Several months ago I decided to make 2015 "the year of Anna," and yes, I realize how cheesy that sounds. I decided to make adult decisions, live intentionally, and experience things.
While I would never, ever, ever regret my decision to get married or have children when I did, I also realize that I fell into the common trap of pushing the pause button on my own life. I was consumed with being a wife, mom, and household management specialist. I got lazy. I stopped trying new things, being spontaneous, or stepping outside of my comfort zone. It wasn't fair to my kids or my ex, and it certainly wasn't fair to me.
In the spirit of my undying love of lists, I have begun an inventory of things I want to work on, or experience, this coming year:
- Morning pages
- Run another half marathon
- Decide once and for all if I like sushi
- Learn to play chess (poorly is both sufficient and most likely)
- Take snowboarding lessons
- Go on a road trip by myself (perhaps the scariest item on this list)
- Hike the Zion Narrows






































