The end of 2017 is upon us, and that means New Year’s Resolutions. Cue the eye rolls.
Every year people (especially women) far and wide look back on the past year. They check in with themselves about all the goals that they made twelve months ago. Resolutions such as: finally learning how to speak a foreign language, taking a health plunge, getting organized, losing a set amount of weight, reading more, or even resolving not to participate in planning a New Year’s Resolution will cloud our thoughts again as we try to figure out a way to “better ourselves”.
We go on crazy diets, join gym memberships, and sign up for self-help seminars in hopes that the new year will bring a new person with it. It’s rather disheartening, in my opinion. There’s actually nothing wrong with any of us. I, myself, have horrible posture, and can get a little too good at procrastination, but change ME? These are things that make me, ME! Realistically, if there was something actually wrong with me, could it be fixed in one-year’s time anyway? Probably not.
Why we set ourselves up for failure like this is beyond me. How about we just love who and what we are? What’s wrong with that idea? I understand that there is always room for improvement, trust me. I am constantly working on little things whether it’s a long-term career goal, a milestone I want to hit as a blogger, or just being more professional in my work life. But why wait until the new year to make a start with full force? And for that matter, why is all the work we have done in the past year just inconsequential now?
Each year I’ve found that I ask myself if I even want to take a crack at a New Year’s Resolution. Every time I decide against it in order to keep from putting undue pressure on myself.
I have a better idea.
Let’s try something other than a yearly resolution (generally followed by failing at it by February, and then kicking yourself when that summer body has not made an appearance), shall we? How about we resolve to love the progress that has gotten us to where we are? We should acknowledge all of the blood, sweat, and tears that formed this wonderful person who is here now. Let’s resolve to never stop improving. To constantly make goals, and not just yearly ones. To make realistic goals instead of empty promises.
Perhaps we trade out “losing fifteen pounds” for “find creative ways to fuel up the body and mind every morning”. It is more realistic to try letting go of one small bad habit at a time. Keep inching towards the end goal. Rome wasn’t built in a day, there’s a reason that the phrase stuck.
This coming year…I promise to stop comparing myself to others and instead to compete with myself. I am where I am, which can be hard to accept but, that’s where the growth comes into play.
No, there will be no new V in 2018. Will there be a new you?