I don’t believe in new years resolutions. By my thinking, if you want to do something, why not just do it? What difference does it make if it’s the first of January or the 20th of September? Approximately none, that’s how much. The only difference is that you and a million other people will likely berate yourselves for not having the willpower to stick at it somewhere between the 3rd and 20th of January. Whereas if you fall off the bandwagon in September, when nobody knows about it, did it ever really happen?
I am however, a great believer in new beginnings. I like imagining different parts of my life as chapters in a big story. Granted, some chapters are more boring than others, but I like to think they all have the redeeming quality of being mildly humorous, peppered with my sterling wit as they all are.
The start of a new year is the perfect time to begin a new chapter, if for no other reason than Facebook now offering your year in highlights – which makes recapping your last chapter in photos and status updates exceptionally easy.
2014 is the start of a big new beginning for me. There’s the usual stuff: I finished up one job this week on new years eve, and I start a new one next Monday. And then there’s the big stuff: having a baby. Which means actually being fiscally responsible. Not eating out at the drop of a hat (not least because that would require organisation). Ditto re travelling. Getting big as a house before handing my life over to a little bundle of joy. Waking up when I don’t want to, doing load after load of washing, worrying about colic.
But you know what? I’m looking forward to it.
I’m sure I’ll regret that statement soon, but the truth is that right now, I couldn’t be happier about my new chapter. My priorities seem to have completely shifted. I see updates from friends in far flung places, and where there used to be a twinge of “I haven’t got any travel planned in the next month, better book something” envy, I feel happy for them and even happier that I don’t have to pack my bags to go anywhere right now. Where I used to see free evenings and weekends in my diary and think “Great, I’ll be able to organise X, Y and Z”, I feel mild relief that I don’t have anything organised. In fact, I’m starting to purposefully leave weekends free of plans in case I need some “downtime”.
Where I once would have felt guilty about not making the most out of every day (read: jam-packing my schedule with a zillion things to do) I’ve come to realise that sometimes, making the most out of my day is stopping to enjoy it. And I don’t need to make a new years resolution about stopping to smell the roses for that to happen. I just have to turn the page.