New Year’s has always been an underwhelming holiday for me. I know some of you will agree with me when I say that when you wake up the next morning (or, if you’re not doped up on Benadryl and passed out by 11 pm and somehow make it to the magic stroke of midnight)–it all kind of feels like the day before.
What’s all the hullabaloo about?
There is a lot of pressure, I find, around New Year’s and the impending future that the year could bring. If only we all had a handy fortune teller to read us that crystal ball.
I found myself the next morning seeing and reading fitness ads, announcements of resolutions, 21-day, month-long challenges, goals of all sorts. And mine started to formulate: be more mindful, write more, blog consistently, shop less (ha), practice yoga every day, meditate as much as possible, practice self-compassion, do more art, practice self-care (aka treat yo self regularly), etc., etc.
And then I stopped. And I remembered this:
“I have the ability to make my life magnificent every day and in every situation.”
So, that’s my resolution. To live, magnificently.
Happy New Year.