I’m not one for New Year’s Resolutions. I’ve often made them half-heartedly, failing to write them down, and forgetting them 12 months later. For someone who writes completed tasks on her to-do list for the sole satisfaction of crossing them off, you’d think a New Year’s Resolution list would be my jam.
I don’t buy into the “New Year, New Me” mantra. Can you ever really be new? Note: I’m also the person who complains that something can’t be both new AND improved. (In short, my friends love me.) But “New Year, Improved Me” doesn’t quite have the same ring to it so I’ll probably never win that argument.
I’m full of flaws; my best friend will tell you I get anxious and overthink too much, my dad will tell you I can be far too opinionated and rely on myself more than I need to. And I know I could work on finishing as many things as I start. I’m open and honest about my flaws, which leaves me vulnerable and guarded at the same time, a contradictory trait I have somehow mastered. A friend once told me I was unapologetically myself and we were both unsure of whether that was an insult or compliment but I wear that badge regardless.
Even with all that, I spend more days liking who I am than not. I spend more days confident in the choices I’ve made and excited about the direction I’m moving in. I’ve created a life that, with all it’s flaws and messiness, I’m proud of. A life I am more thankful for than not.
I started 2015 3,300 miles from where I am now. Literally. And figuratively if we were to measure successes, failures, experiences, and number of tacos or slices of pizza consumed in miles.
As another year starts, I remind myself that I’ve survived every day so far; another 365 days that I can tuck under my belt. In those 365 days are lessons learned, trial-and-errors, and found pieces of the never-ending puzzle that I am made up of.
I don’t have a list of resolutions that I write down and check off. I have 365 days to move forward from where I am at the start of the year. 365 days to do more of the good and less of the bad. 365 days to be better than I was last year. 365 days to eat even more tacos and slices of pizza.
Although, this year I get 366 days. Love that leap year.
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