It’s that time of year again…time to delude ourselves into thinking that we are miraculously going to morph into the new and different person from the one we’ve been for all of our lives. That is always my thought as the end of one year comes to close and a new one starts. As 2015 was coming to a rapid close, I had forgotten many of those things and was so focused on the resolutions I didn’t keep like doubling my salary from 2014, finding love, decorating my apartment… the list goes on-and-on.
I was predictably down on myself for all the things I didn’t do in the past year, that I forget to be celebrate some of the things I resolved to do and actually did them. After reading my friend Sara Lieberman’s New Year’s Day post, I was inspired to remind myself that I kind of rocked out 2015, even if I fell short on a few resolutions. I finally started this blog with two friends after talking about it for over two years. It wasn’t perfect but we freakin DID it. And not only, did I do it, I bared my soul which was both terrifying and exhilarating. I survived another year of being self – employed, and Lord knows that wasn’t perfect (try juggling five jobs at once), but I kicked off the year helping to promote an iconic film that made history in more ways than one and attend the anniversary of the historical event that inspired the movie. Most importantly, I got to share it with my family and friends in my home state of Alabama. I got through many extremely difficult therapy sessions that left me emotionally drained, but overall emotionally healthier. I continued to battle those pesky seven to ten pounds, as I’m always trying to get down to my 35 year-old fighting weight. But Sara’s post made me realize, those pounds were hard earned from celebrating birthdays, promotions, babies, families, friends and life. I didn’t exactly win the battle, but those extra pesky pounds were well deserved. Plus, I enjoyed every delicious morsel of food and drink that caused them.
I just knew my life was finally going to come together (meanwhile, I say this every year) in 2015, and somehow me the girl with too many shoes to count, would morph into a super svelte, organized, minimalist, Marie Kondo devotee. Well that didn’t happen, so for 2016 I’ve learned my lesson and have resolved that me and my life are already together. It’s the life I have. I’m grateful and it’s pretty darn good – even with those extra pesky 7 pounds.
What did you resolve for 2016?