New Year, Same Me
I’m going to say it, New Years Resolutions are bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit.
Sure, I can vow to lose weight, eat better, wake up early and journal. But, will I really do it for the entire year? No way. For the first month of 2019, I might do it and feel awesome, but the first day that I don’t do it - you know what will happen? Ya, I’ll beat myself up and think that I’m a failure. Now, who in their right mind would want that?
I think the concept is great - you’re wanting to change your life for the “better” but who are we to say that we aren’t already our best selves? What if who we are at this moment is who we are supposed to be?
I’m living a 5 year plan, if you will. What does that include? To survive. Then in the next 5 years, I’ll reevaluate and just extend that goal. Life is about survival. Do what you need to do to survive. Wether it be balancing a job, kids, marriage, fitness, a home…yada yada. What do you think those women (and men) are doing everyday? Surviving. Will their kids eat chicken nuggets and pizza more times than they hope? Yes. Will they eat a PB&J for dinner themselves? Yes. So, why add the additional pressure of waking up at the ass crack of dawn to journal? Or put pressure on yourself to just eat a cheese cube to lose weight?
I believe that every single person, should vow to live a healthy life. Period. Don’t keep adding year over year the additional pressure of the above things. If you’re going to have a resolution, don’t you think it should just be…”becoming the best me”? Not listing out the exact details? Just saying, every day I’m going to wake up and do the things that bring me joy. That’s how I approach life these days. Waking up and trying to live my best life. Be grateful that I woke up, be inspired to grow, passionate enough to love and at the end, surviving the insane life I have created.
So, I’ll be over here in the new year, being the same me.
I’ll be the one cooking up the nuggies and slicing the pizza, I’ll be trying to not angry type at my clients, I’ll be eating the delicious PB&J for dinner, getting in my beloved workouts, having dance parties with my family, designing my house, making my husband take ridiculous pictures of me, drinking too much wine, buying too many clothes, smiling like Buddy the Elf, laughing until my cheeks hurt, crying until there are no more tissues left and ultimately - loving every damn day of it (well, most days).
What will you do?