It’s almost that time. My favorite time of the year. The day we all get a blank slate to begin again.
I’m so excited. I’ve been looking forward to this for a while now. The last couple years have been marred by big events, both good and bad. From new relationships and friendships, to break ups and new babies. New houses and old baggage, and starting and stopping many times over.
I know the calendar has nothing to do with this, but there is something about the last number of the year changing that signifies a baptism. The past is put aside so new experiences can emerge. With the change in number so comes a change in attitude, purpose and resolve, almost as if the year is shedding off it’s old coat in order have renewed sparkle and shine.
In the past I’ve spent time coming up with strict, structured, and concrete resolutions; run this much, weigh this much, eat this food, be the person. But not this year. Instead I’ve decided to come up with a word, a theme if you will, that will drive the way I live my life. My word this year will be brave.
In the past few weeks I have flirting with this concept, almost as if I’m simply tasting it to see if it’s something that my palate can agree with. I’ve been more honest, stood up for myself, engaged in mild confrontations, and spoke truths that I’ve been too scared to address in over two years.
And I’ve never felt better.
Some of my braveries will be small (I’ve never tried steamed mussels) and some will be life changing.
I started this blog as a way to express myself and and make sense of my soul. But in a way, I’m still hidden. I speak the truth, but only a part of it. I add sprinkles to items I’m not ready to completely address, like a way to liven up a bland sugar cookie. I leave out details I’m sure will get judged. But not anymore. I’m ready to be open and honest about certain elements. I’m ready to embrace who I am; the good and bad, the ugly and awesome.
I’ll probably be judged. I’ll probably lose friends. But that’s ok. I’m almost 35 years old and life is short, dammit. Why be someone I’m not? It’s getting too hard.
I’m read to embrace 2016 and all of it’s amazingness. And I’m ready for me to be amazing as well.
In 2016 we should resolve to be who we really are.
Be brave. Be fearless. Be you.