Whether my truth is universal to everyone else out there or not, I can't say. However, I can say with confidence that I'm strongly considering skipping the painful process of creating new years resolutions this time around. Here's how this whole thing plays out for me without fail each year:
It begins with a whirl of nostalgia. I begin to reminisce over the past year, starting things off with upbeat cheerful memories. As I digress, the reminiscing gradually morphs into a careful dissection of any regrettable choice I made in the past 365 or so days. Remember that time I proudly dressed myself in what I initially thought was red carpet worthy, only to later realize I looked like a dirty hobo? How about that time I lost all inhibitions and dared myself to eat as much useless food in the span of 24 hours as humanly possible, only to wake up with food baby triplets? Although these memories prove to be the type you laugh about many weeks later, they pose the vital question: What the hell was I thinking?
After a delightful walk down "remember that time..." lane, I usually create a well thought out list of New Years resolutions that I full heartily believe I will stay loyal to. Each comes with its justifications, to which I owe much gratitude for keeping me motivated and allow me to come out victorious by the following new year.
*Insert massive reality check here*
Almost like clockwork, my devote pilgrimage towards a better me loses steam by week 3 of the new year. Life picks up, and my detailed list on how to better myself fades into the past like a dream. It may have been inspirational and fun at the time, but reality comes into play and it transforms into a foggy mind blurb, that despite your best efforts, you just can't grasp in its entirety.
Although the failure to prove this process successful isn't exactly a buzz kill in my day to day life, it does serve as a mini reminder that at the ripe age of 19, I am already struggling to lose my "gut" and be hip like the kids. Scary. Thus, skipping the process altogether is tempting in my mind.
I now have 24 hours to decide which plan I will pursue. Will I stay consistent and go into the new year with some form of motivation to change the flaws I may embody? Or will I go into it with a little less of a bang, and give myself a bit of a personal reconstructive break. Maybe It's time to embrace some of the kinks in my personal life and move on already. Life's too short. Hand me a brownie.
