I’ve never been a fan of New Year’s Resolutions.
Like, I DO NOT do them… because I know myself pretty darn well and know I will not even last 30 minutes of going sugar, carb, or caffeine free.
So why even try?
However, as this new year is now reaching day 11, I’ve had an epiphany of sorts.
Let me back up.
On top of knowing that I am terrible at keeping at resolutions, I also know that I am extremely lazy at times and put things off until tomorrow, which usually means some day in 2052.
Not because I enjoy being lazy, but because I get so stuck in a groove (or a rut) that keeps me from doing everything that I say that I want to get done.
For example, when I moved into my apartment in 1346, I told my roommate that I wanted to hang up a picture frame with our wifi password in it. (Obviously I saw this on Pinterest and HAD to do it).
I bought the frame.
It’s been 5 months and the frame is still empty and not on the wall.
Now you may ask me what I’ve been doing with my life… and I can tell you.
I’ve been stalking the instagrams of friends, exes, people I met once when I was in 11th grade, and Taylor Swift, Jessica Alba, Kate Hudson and Zac Efron (in that order).
I’ve been looking at my bank account and watching the money disappear while I fill my face with Indian food.
I’ve been Netflixing and actually chilling on my couch because it’s below 60 degrees and I’m naturally cold-blooded.
I’ve been letting life pass me by while I dream of things for my life and never act on them.
And I’m not okay with that anymore.
I’m not okay with me complaining about how bored I am, when I have a gazillion other things I could be doing if I got off the couch, put down my phone and put my sassy pants on and walked into the world.
This is twentysixteen.
I think it’s time for me to actually make a life resolution to fully live.
Because this list of things I want to get done is getting too long and there’s no time like the present.
I know a bunch of people might think, “okay Taylor, but that’s easier said than done”.
And I get that. Trust me. I get that.
About a year and a half ago, I was diagnosed with depression that kept me from getting out of bed and from being fun.
It’s really easy to say you’re going to do something – but doing it actually requires effort. I tried to do stuff all the time and would just fall back in bed and “dream it off.”
Here’s how I found a way to get through my to do lists:
- get a friend that loves you (keyword: loves) to push your butt out of bed every morning
- set an obnoxious alarm and put it out of arm’s reach
- promise yourself a treat if you cross out 5 items off of your lists
- muster up ALL the courage and energy of the world and do it over and over and over again until you realize that it comes naturally to you
- close the laptop, turn off your cell phone, and breathe.
If I can get off my depressed bottom and do it… you can too.
Let’s fully live this year.
Oh, and by the way, I finally hung that frame.