It’s been a while since I wrote in this space.
Today’s the first day of 2017, I also found my resolutions for 2016.
What I want for 2016.
I want to be someone great; great at doing something I’m passionate about. I want to climb mountains, to be driven by what makes me excited. I want to depend on myself even more to find happiness, and not rely on the existence of other beings. I do not want consistent small talks, or more temporary people in my coexisting transient life. I want to know what it means to live each day as if it were its last and not say pointless things for the sake of others thinking that I grasp the concept of something that I actually don’t. I want to eliminate all sorts of pretentious behavior done for the sake of garnering attention to feel better about myself.
Wake up early, sleep early
Work out 3-5 times a week
Eat cleaner. Snack less
Drink only on the weekends
Don’t cave to peer pressure and don’t be a people pleaser
Looking back, it feels like 2016 has been a fruitful year; one that I found a balance, one where I fulfilled the most number of resolutions ever (out of all the years of making pointless lists), one where I’m actually happy and grateful for everything I have. And yet, I proceed to seek change, challenges; goals that I’ve been chasing for the past 3 years.
2017 will be a new start, a shift, a time of adjustments. It’s surreal, it really is. It feels almost a little silly dropping everything I have here in a time of content, but if we don’t take the chances that come along, then aren’t we just conforming to being comfortable in one space forever? I’m excited for what’s to come in the coming months, but I’m also terrified.
Here I sit, thinking of resolutions and it seems like there is none. I’m truly happy with where I am. And it frightens me to think that if things are going too well for too long, bad ones will turn up eventually. Truth/Paranoia?