A new year means new resolutions, right? Yeah… no. Not with me. I have actually never given myself a New Years resolution. Resolution means to resolve, kill bad habits, make new habits. Well, I don’t hate my bad habits and as I sit here, 6 days into the new year, eating Junior Mints and watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, I can confidently say that I haven’t broken a resolution and am not stressing about one either.
I think a new year should mean new goals, pushing yourself to achieve those goals and eating cake for breakfast. Just kidding… I would never! Your goals have to be achievable. I know I’m not going to lose 30 pounds before one of FIVE weddings this summer. I know I’m not going to learn to cook. And, I’m probably not going to save money this year either. (That’s what a 401K is for when you’re in your early 20’s, right??)
Realistic goals, in my eyes, are goals that inspire you. Goals that you’ll kick ass at. Goals that are going to make you a better, smarter and more successful person at the end of the day, week, month or year. After all, goals can be short and long-term. I’m not going to bore you with my goals, but I challenge you to set goals for yourself. Maybe, unlike me, you can save a certain amount of money in time for a summer vaca. Maybe make it to three spin classes this week. Maybe ask your boss for that raise you know you deserve. Maybe do something outside of your comfort zone at work, in your relationship, in social settings. Go crazy!
Now, I am going to go to bed (on time) so I make it to the gym; not because I have resolutions to keep up with, but because I like to drink beer, okay!
Cheers and happy New 2K14!