It’s completely symbolic, I know—I could choose at any random point in the year to make a resolution, to change something in my life, to start anew.
But somehow, when the calendar flips to January, it seems not just more possible, but almost necessary to examine my life and see how and where I can improve it.
It’s energizing and empowering; I can change, I can set new goals, I can dream big. Even if it doesn’t all pan out in the end, self-reflection is a worthwhile exercise.
This year, more than any other, I was very specific and intentional in thinking about what I want to achieve.
My first resolution, I’m embarrassed to admit, is completely selfish. In fact, this resolution is almost scary to me, but I think that just indicates how important it should be. More than anything else this year, I want to stop feeling guilty about making myself (and specifically my appearance) a priority. When I get my hair cut regularly, get my nails done even occasionally, buy myself clothes that fit and are stylish, put on make-up on a daily-ish basis, I just feel better. I’m more confident, less self-aware, and happier. All of that makes me a better wife, mother, friend. And yet, for years I’ve not really made any of those things a priority AT ALL. I’m erratic at best, and it’s time to stop.
This is the year, though, where I’m going to do it. And I’m not EVENTUALLY going to do it. I’ve already started: I got a haircut last week that I’m really happy with, I signed up for Birchbox to get some new make-up and skin care goodies, and between Christmas gifts and a few post-Christmas shopping sessions, I’ve gotten a bunch of great new shoes and outfits. I’m getting a manicure next week and I’m hoping to make it a monthly occurrence.
And I don’t feel guilty about it. It’s my turn.
My other big resolution has to do with my writing. I love to write; it’s how I process the world around me, it’s how I clarify my thoughts, it’s how I record the moments I don’t want to forget. It’s what I do best. Since I left my full-time job 4.5 years ago, I’ve dabbled in freelance work. I’ve blogged here and at a few other places and I’ve done odd writing jobs here and there. I’m happiest when I’m working—when I’m writing—and it’s the thing I’d most like to do as a career and a lifestyle.
So this year, I will write. Daily. Whether it’s journaling, blogging, writing short stories (or long stories), writing copy and web content, I will write. I will write here, and I hope you’ll all follow along. I will write other places—I’m looking for free-lance opportunities, thinking about pitches, and getting a portfolio together—and I hope that this year, finally, I can confidently call myself a writer.
And, like I said before, 2015 is my year for Adventure. Now that all my children are old enough, we are actively seeking out ways to explore our area and we are gleefully anticipating the opportunity to explore a much broader world as well. We are going to try new things. We will be adventurers.
I look ahead at the potential this year holds and I’m bursting with excitement to get started on all of it.
Big or small, resolutions matter. What will you do this year?