A new year provides the perfect blank slate for self-improvement. We spend hours deciding on what new habits we want to cultivate over the next 12 months. After, 6 weeks or so, we forget the resolutions and get back to being the same old us. Instead of fronting, I’ve decided to skip the resolutions for 2017.
I haven’t made a single New Year’s resolution since 2008. That doesn’t mean I haven’t been setting goals and intentions, it means I haven’t been setting myself up for failure.
In the 32 years I’ve been alive, grand, sweeping life changes, just have not been my style. Not only are they too large of a departure from my norm to stick, they ae often things I don’t really want to do. For example, we I got “spiritual” all the girls were giving up sugar so I said I would give up sugar. Lies! I love cakes and pies too much, that lasted, maybe, two days. Or the time I said I would stop going to Starbucks to save money, then downloaded the app two weeks later. Or even better, the year I decided to give up monochrome dressing. Never happened.
You see, monochrome dressing, much like coffee and sweets, is a part of who I am. An all black outfit, as simple as it is, is how I express both my vulnerability and unmesswithableness. It’s the same thing with my grande latte. Both are signaling to the world that I did not come to play with you heauxs. (Both things are also massive “city girl” clichés, but I’m good with that.)
While I’m all about self-improvement, changing who you are and how you express that is not a new year must do. Unless you’re some kind of serial killer or something, who you are is enough.
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