1) Continue doing what I love.
Over the past few years, I’ve discovered a few things that really make me happy. I love electronic dance music and I love the positive energy of rave culture. I love traveling and gaining as many new experiences as I can. I love feeling healthy—thus, I love eating well and exercising regularly. I LOVE spin class and the feelings of well-being and clarity that come after a good run. I love learning new things. I love the power of the ideals of peace, love, unity and respect. However jaded the world may make me, I’ve seen what goodness humanity is capable of—and it’s in my best interest to hold onto the little kid inside me that sees the world through rose-colored glasses.
2) Write it down.
Every day, I will write down how I feel. I will track my food, my exercise, my sleep, my moods, my medications/supplements, my doubts, my fears, my joys, my prides. If something’s bothering me, I’ll write down the steps I can take to make it better. Even if I’m having the shittiest-ass day, just writing down my shitty-ass day will make it less shitty. I’m writing these resolutions down for a reason—because it makes them real.
3) Be more sensitive.
I’ve developed an uncanny ability to bounce back from pain, and I tend to write off people who fail to recognize the patterns that are contributing to their unhappiness. I sometimes have trouble relating to people who complain daily about circumstances that are under their control. Yet we all go through slumps, and that’s when we need our interpersonal relationships the most. I realize I can come off as a manic monster of happiness, and it’s insensitive for me to forget that we all go through periods of grieving and suffering—or even just shitty-ass days. Your life will ebb and flow in various frequencies and intervals, and I’m sorry if I was quick to dismiss you because your wavelength wasn’t synched up with mine.
4) Take more risks.
“You’ll never know how far you can go until you are willing to fail.” The whole point of this blog was to challenge myself every day, and I’m disappointed to say I’ve fallen off that ambitious wagon. I still can’t drive. I still can’t cook. I still have yet to face a lot of personal hurdles. No more excuses. Just fucking do it. Hold myself accountable. Being scared of failure has kept me in a corner for too long.
5) Stop comparing myself to others.
Someone will always be prettier, smarter, thinner, more successful, more fashionable, more personable, more whatever than I am. I have to accept who I am, all my flaws included. I’m the best I’ll ever be—I AM GOOD ENOUGH—today. On a similar note, I have to stop worrying about what other people could be thinking about me. Usually these thoughts are just projections of my own insecurities and probably totally invalid.
6) Be more open.
I keep my cards close to my chest, and everyone that knows me knows that confrontation isn’t my strong suit. I remember when I decided to thought-vomit to a good friend over Facebook chat about a year and a half ago (even going as far as telling her how jealous I was of her), and she dropped everything she was doing to come over my house and simply thank me for opening up. You know who I envy? BLOGGERS. Not, like, social media bloggers or bloggers that repost trendy photos, but bloggers who are like, “Here’s my whole life, uncensored.” I don’t know why we gravitate toward these people—the ones who post daily videos of themselves in their pajamas or write candidly about their one-night stands—but there’s something admirable about someone who has nothing to hide. The people we respect the most are the people who say, “Here is all of me—the good and the bad—and you can take it or leave it.”
Here’s to another year. Gimme what you got, universe.
*7) Punctuality. As my resolutions are coming a week late, I guess I can work on that, too.
