So it’s been a whole year since I first made my New Years resolutions blog post. Last year I set myself 3 resolutions, and like the vast majority of us I carry them over to this year as I failed to achieve them last year.
1. Learn Spanish – the forever dream, that forever dies because I don’t have the faith in myself to maintain the motivation to spend real money on lessons.
2. Lose one stone – should have been relatively simple, I had a whole year. And yet, the pull of those cakes and biscuits are unwavering!
3. Stay motivated – this I would argue hasn’t failed me as much, I still feel pretty motivated, just tarnished my time pressures. So this year I am going to remove this off the list.. yay, somewhat of a success!
4. So to have 3 healthy goals I am going to set this years new resolution to read 10 books. I managed 8 last year I believe, so I think 10 is a good target. I spend so much time starting at screens I am surprised I don’t have glasses by this point! So to postpone the inevitable I want to go back to reading, as it really is one of my favourite pastimes.
So here is to 2018, may you be better than 2017, and trust me you have a hell of a lot of work to do to top that corker of a year!
So 2017 is drawing to a close and my god it feels like both a lifetime and a second.
I started the year in summery New Zealand, working far too many hours for some lovely, and some rather horrendous people. I draw the year to a close back in wintery london, working far too many hours in the most beautiful and wonderful home.
How the two worlds link I am not quite sure, because my little life on the other side of the world doesn’t feel linked to 2017, to my childhood bedroom and snow.
I slept in hostel rooms with 10 people, friends I hadn’t yet met, and now cherish. I made memories and challenged myself and leapt from a plane. I did unimaginable things and brave things and things I don’t remember because there were so many things. I drank, I danced, I laughed, I cried, I worked, I slept, I didn’t sleep, I baked, I cooked, I met new people, I made new friends, I met family, I made family.
And now I sit at home, nearing the end of this magnificent year, wondering how next year can even try to compete with the year I became me, the year I went crazy and sane all at the same time. I have hopes and wishes and dreams for the year to come, I have anxiety and stress for what it brings, I have love and passion for the people I will see.
Christmas is a knocking, so new year will have to wait. I have 35 stockings to deliver and Santa can’t be late.
I am not a big believer in resolutions on the whole, i think we always make them too vague and unachievable that they end up being abandoned a few weeks in because we cant actually track our achievements.
So this year i decided instead to make goals, slightly more specific, slightly more achievable and hopefully will give my year a purpose and forward momentum.
- Start to learn Spanish – just a small commitment of 10 minutes a days worth, something i can track and see progress and gain that sense of achievement from
- Lose 1 stone, since i started uni and travelling i managed to gain an extra stone, i am by no means overweight or unhappy or going out of my way to achieve this. I am aware its the cliche ‘get healthy’ goal everyone makes, but mine has a lot less pressure and a lot more flexibility to enjoy life. You wont be seeing me in a gym and you wont see me abandoning my tubs of ice cream! But i want to feel stronger, fit back into my old clothes and get my body back on track, so a bit of light exercise, lots of water and a couple of veggie days a week is the plan
- And finally, to stay motivated. Seems a weird one, and definitely goes against my specific goal making rules, but i see this as more of my word of the year, motivation, in any form that takes. The unspoken theme to my year, i might do a post just on what that means to me and how i want to put it into practice.
I once read that “nothing will ruin your 20s more than thinking you should have your life together” and i guess that is true. I spend a large portion of my day thinking that i am getting old and that i am running out of time and that i need to work out my career, my life, my future. But i guess in reality, each day IS my life and IS my future and if i plan one day at a time, just those pesky 24 hours ahead of me, and thoroughly enjoy them when they come, in 20 years when i am 42 will i really regret not having a plan? I sort of don’t think i will. Even if i am still working some dead end job and trudging in the grand scheme of my ‘potential’ if i am still enjoying those 24 hours i planned, is that really the worst life i could have?
I guess its important to have an aim, a dream, a goal to work towards, but i also think a lack of one doesn’t have to be a point of anxiety.
And this year i suppose my goal, for a change, isn’t going to be to get organised and plan my life, instead its going to be ‘worry less, live more’