Tomorrow is January 1st. I'm not making resolutions. I'm not dragging 2025 regrets to the altar of self-improvement. Every single morning I wake up is a new year—not just when the culture says so.
I just read your post tonight, the evening of January 1st. I don’t do resolutions either. In fact, I forgot this was “New Years Day”. Traditionally, on New Years Day, I hurry to put away the holiday decor, and take down cards from windowsills. That’s always been my self-imposed rule. This year, from my favorite chair, I see it all just sitting there. In fact, it will probably sit here until Saturday. No rules this year.
I haven’t done them, in forty odd years, so I’m with you. The year will be what the year will be and me vowing to exercise more or eat only good for me things doesn’t have any impact, except anger towards myself. And that’s honestly has never been the most important thing for my soul, it was always to fit in, because I wasn’t worthy of acceptance as I am.
Time has simultaneously softened and sharpened me. But I’m learning more about myself, accepting and liking me as I am… imperfectly perfect, just as I am.
And I love that intentions are far better, because as long as I’m aware, I have the chance to be who I want to be every single day… kind of like Groundhog Day ☺️
I just read your post tonight, the evening of January 1st. I don’t do resolutions either. In fact, I forgot this was “New Years Day”. Traditionally, on New Years Day, I hurry to put away the holiday decor, and take down cards from windowsills. That’s always been my self-imposed rule. This year, from my favorite chair, I see it all just sitting there. In fact, it will probably sit here until Saturday. No rules this year.
I haven’t done them, in forty odd years, so I’m with you. The year will be what the year will be and me vowing to exercise more or eat only good for me things doesn’t have any impact, except anger towards myself. And that’s honestly has never been the most important thing for my soul, it was always to fit in, because I wasn’t worthy of acceptance as I am.
Time has simultaneously softened and sharpened me. But I’m learning more about myself, accepting and liking me as I am… imperfectly perfect, just as I am.
And I love that intentions are far better, because as long as I’m aware, I have the chance to be who I want to be every single day… kind of like Groundhog Day ☺️
AMEN Monica! I have never fallen into the New Years Resolution trap, it’s BS in my book!😘❤️