I know people love and hate their New Years resolutions but it never dawned on me that it was something of importance until I got older and started noticing that the people in the media kept asking about them, while people on Instagram and Facebook kept proclaiming them.
Today, I still find it pointless. Probably because I find that my goals are constantly changing and that everyday is a new day to have a goal.
Looking back on 2015 I realized that I never set any new years resolutions but that I did get a lot out of last year. I moved from the cold northwest to warm southeast in the United States and continued my education. I changed my major to something I really wanted to do. I got closer with my family after ironically moving on the other side of the country from my parents and somehow, I managed to eat better and like myself more. Not because I set any resolutions but because I straight up ask myself everyday, “what do you really want?” Then I take action, and hope for the best. Sometimes it works, most times not in the way I was expecting. I always forget about my goals but the bigger picture never leaves me: peace with myself, peace with the world (believe me I have had enough anxiety in my short 22 years to set peace as an everyday goal for the rest of my earthly journey).
I am very forgetful and will more than likely forget everything that I wrote here but I am stubborn and will not let myself accept less than the willingness to try something out. Everyday I ask myself what I want and what I am willing to do to get it. Every action has a consequence. I say fudge the resolutions, and start living everyday with awareness. Try, try again, then try something else and stand back to see the full picture.