Why I No Longer Make New Year's Resolutions

Whew. 2020. 

The end of another year, another decade; where to start?

I’m sure by now, blog sites are flooded with instructions and tips on making the best of the new year, with a new slate and new intentions.

While I don’t take issue with setting new intentions and love the spirit of ushering in new beginnings (that phrase has always seemed like double-wording to me; what “beginning” isn’t new? I digress), where I do my virtual eye-roll is this pressure that we need a date to define when to start.

There’s no time like the present. We’ve heard it before, and it will always be true. This is simply because the past is the past; no matter what, it cannot be changed. And the future, well, the future is an interesting concept.

If you think about it, “the future” is an idea. It’s nothing tangible. It’s a plan, anticipation, hope, but, still, it’s like the past — you can’t really do anything about the future either. You can alter the path of the future by your present, but by the time the “future” arrives, it’s already the present. And then it quickly becomes the past. Just like that. It’s how life works here. Time is a concept.

What is Monday? The day you’re going to start your diet. Right. How’d that work the last time? Why not make day 1 this day? It’s here now, and you can do something about it now.

What is next month? January. The perfect time to start that new 30-day challenge. But, honestly. If the challenge is 30 days, it’s going to be the same whether day 1 is on the 1st of the month or the 4th. If it matters, if you’re committed, if you’re serious, you don’t need a new month to start fresh.

Maybe you tell yourself it’ll be easier to keep up with the days of a challenge if they’re aligned with the calendar days in the month. OK. That makes sense to me. But can you still prepare in advance, if today is the 15th, to make the day 1 on the 1st a bit smoother? It seems where most folks fail is doing “the most” leading up to starting something new, then quitting cold turkey to start fresh. 

I’m sorry, but that just seems like torture. Especially if the 30-day diet/fitness/motivation (insert the appropriate type here) challenge is anything like the ones I’ve done. Day 1 is getting you prepared for the next 30 days; you, ideally, should be preparing yourself leading up to the start.

What is a new year? It’s a fantastic time to be alive. Not everyone has made it, and we celebrate that feeling with feel-good vibes, fancy parties, and black-eyed peas. It’s the time to reflect over the past year — what went well, what could’ve gone better, what would you like to change, what would you like to maintain — and make this one better than the last. Right?

Right. Yes, it is all those things.

But you know what the new year is also? Well, this year it’s a Thursday. Smack in the middle of the end of the week, prepping for the weekend. It’s not a new week. It’s a new calendar, a new day, a new chance to mess up writing the date for the first couple of months.

If you want to make some changes, you don’t need someone’s calendar to make it real. If it’s important, why not start now?

You don’t need December 31st to delete contacts who annoy you, unfriend or unfollow accounts that bother your spirit, jot down goals, or start a new morning routine.

You can start when you’re ready. January 1st won’t hold you any more accountable than day 4, day 29, day 138, or day 365 of 2020. It’s you who decide, and you who makes it happen.

One of my 2019 book reads was Eckhart Tolle’s Practicing The Power of Now. In this book, Tolle presents several practical perspectives on the power of the mind, surrendering to right now (as opposed to punishing ourselves for the past or being anxious about the future), and the effect our consciousness plays on our everyday lives and relationships.

I have several notes from the book, but one I’d like to emphasize that compliments the theme of this piece is how we can learn to accept the now by taking a note from nature. Animals and plants teach us how to live and die, and it should be our mission to figure out how to do both without stressing. We’re here while we’re here, and gone when we’re gone. Death is inevitable, so why fear it?

The reason this point was so powerful for me is how many times has society put the pressure to plan our future to the tee, and how many times has life shown us it doesn’t work that way?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for planning. I love it. I embrace structure because it keeps my anxiety low. However, I realized that this tendency was me not living in the now. Relying too heavily on organizing every single detail meant not being aware of the effect that my harmful consciousness has on my body and energy field.

Of course you’ll need to make some plans for the future. We can’t live every day like there’s no tomorrow literally because that would be irresponsible. 

The point is to not get so caught up in the tomorrow that you neglect the significance of today.

What New Year’s resolutions are to me now is disregarding what I feel I need to do, or change, or accept… until January 1. There’s no reason for me to put off tomorrow what I can do today. 

(And yes, I’m intentionally putting in all these cliche phrases we’ve come to use so heavily because not many of us actually abide by the words we speak or the advice we’ve been given.)

If you know tomorrow is not a guarantee, then why not take action today? 

Clear that schedule, de-clutter that area of the home, sit down with a journal and pour out your intentions, start that project, finish that project, whatever is swirling around in your mind, and stirring up future-tense promises, know that you’re not fooling anyone; not even yourself.

Our mind knows, as does the heart, how serious our commitment to change is. Whether that be tomorrow, next week, or in three months.

Oh, yea. And please stop subscribing to the “if this wasn’t your year, the next one will be” narrative. It’s time to get honest with self about failures and successes, and taking some necessary but painful accountability.

Imagine if there were no calendars. Yes. If calendars didn’t exist, how would you determine when to start the next goal? When you’re ready to 100% commit. 

You don’t need a calendar for that. 

But, if it helps to keep you focused, by all means, do so. And stick to it. Your fresh new year means no excuses, right?

Stay focused. You got this.

Happy New Year, New Decade, and New You!

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Who are you? …asking for a friend

There is peace in standing in my own individuality.

In a world that’s swiftly becoming a melting pot of sameness, finding my flow has its challenges. Today it’s easier than ever to “find your tribe,” at least virtually. For years the # symbol was identified as the number sign and now can lead you to identify whatever cause, idea, or group you desire.

It’s so easy to follow I’ve lost sight on precisely who’s leading.

Everywhere I look, I see perpetrators and fakes. I won’t place the blame on anyone; being singled out is tough. It’s not always easy to be different. The road less traveled sounds noble, but it can get lonely. And if you’re stuck continuously on companionship, it’ll be even harder.

Recognizing my bubble has not been easy. I’ve had to step outside of myself long enough to notice my effect on and from others. Where once I thought I was “just being me,” I found myself more and more entwined in someone else’s ideal.

Folks talk about getting to know yourself, but few speak up on exactly how that’s supposed to happen, what it should look like, and how you know you’re done. Are we ever done? 

If the universe is continuously evolving (and it is), then we are also continually evolving, whether we recognize it or not.

If you think evolution looks like some grand arrival with a gold sticker that reads “Enlightened,” you’re going to be sadly disappointed. 

So, my individuality has involved me releasing the parts of myself I’ve come to identify with through tradition, cultural pressures, and my environment. I can’t release it all, of course, but I am learning what works, what doesn’t, and what was never even my decision in the first place.

Case and point: I was raised a Christian; Jehovah’s Witness, in fact. If you’re an outsider to the faith, I don’t knock you for what you think you know. And if you’re an insider, I don’t knock you for what you think you know about my upbringing specifically. 

My dad is a character. I grew up admiring him with every inch of my soul. I thought he was so powerful, intelligent, and strong. Even though my discipline I held on to the belief, “He’s doing the best he knows how,” and I was a good kid.

I was a loyal kid. A wholesome, obedient, calculated kid. To be honest, I really think I was the quintessential “baby girl” to every dad’s dream. I held on to that identity for a very long time. And doing so caused me a lot of pain.

As I grew up and wanted to explore this world through experiences and people, my long-held ideals began to crack. I didn’t want to disappoint my father. It hurt me to think I’d let him down. But I wanted to live. Out loud.

Considering all the ways my life could’ve gone wrong, I’d say I did pretty well, but my dad doesn’t see it that way. I decided to “leave the faith” officially — signed letter and all — in my 20s. It was during a particularly bumpy time in my life, but I don’t think my position as a Witness made things better or worse.

My dad doesn’t see it that way, though. Apparently, my leaving the faith was the straw that broke the camel’s back. If I didn’t leave Jehovah, I wouldn’t have tried to hurt myself. If I didn’t turn my back on Jehovah, I would be married with kids in a stable, happy home. If I didn’t leave Jehovah, I wouldn’t question so much.

On the outside looking in, I was lost, confused, and heading for destruction. All because I gave the congregation — and therefore Jehovah’s love — the deuces.

If you were raised in a religious household, you understand. Everything that happens or doesn’t happen all leads back to how strong your faith is.

I identified as a “good girl,” even when I was wilding out in college. In my defense, I presumed that’s what college was for. I had never had so much freedom, and just a taste of it was the sweetest, most confusing pleasure I’d ever known.

Suddenly, I was responsible for all of my decisions. Sometimes I chose wisely; sometimes, I didn’t. What I do know for sure is my “faith” had nothing to do with it.

I think Christians can get so caught up in their dedication to the holy book or holy spirit they forget the most crucial detail of all: being human. Part of being human means I will err. According to the good book, I can’t help it. So, why I’ve become less deserving when I do err is something I may never understand. It means I need to pray harder because I’m faltering. I need to trust harder because my faith is dwindling. I need to devote myself; I’m weak. 

In this world, mistakes are expected but not allowed. 

Well, part of me growing into, through, and with myself has included my recognizing where my imperfections lie.

I have a tendency toward passive aggression. I’m working on it.

I have a tendency to prefer isolation. I’m occasionally working on it.

I have a tendency to create impossible expectations. I go back and forth with working on it.

Accepting individuality, for me, is not saying, “Here I am. Accept me or f*ck off,” but more like, “This is me. I’m complete but human. Forgive me while I figure this out.”

My individuality now includes a host of labels, some I never saw myself identifying with — vegan, hippy, natural, fit, traveler, single, solo, writer, teacher, immigrant… The hashtags grow by the day.

And I won’t say they won’t change. Some will, some won’t, but I’m allowed to shift. I’m allowed to figure out where I flow. I’m allowed to make dumb decisions without someone calling me out on it to make me feel bad. Ultimately, even if I have been here before, this time is unique, and this time is all I can manipulate right now.

This individual cannot meet every single expectation, and I won’t dare try. I’m catching myself when I feel inclined to “follow” a new trend. I don’t want to identify with everything that I’m into at the moment. I may just be curious. 

Today I may like seeing girls kiss; tomorrow maybe I’m consumed with puppy videos and trying to pick up all the trash. The thing about individuality is I get to choose who I am; not anyone else.

I’ve decided to stop making excuses when I’m not comfortable, not sure, or not ready.

I’ll leave when it’s time for me to go.

I’ll decide when my gut gives me the go-ahead.

I’ll answer when I like the way my words sound.

And, at any moment, I can change my mind. I’m allowed. Because I will allow myself. 

I won’t ask for permission to be me anymore; I’ve granted it to myself.

A Lesson in Awareness – a short story

Yesterday I set out at approximately 11:15 for what should have been a 20 minute walk to the store to pick up some food items. Because I don’t have data I took screenshots of the route and (thought I) studied the steps carefully. 

The third step in something told me I was going the wrong way, already 15 minutes into the walk, so I turned back to go a different route only to wind up 20 minutes later exactly where I’d turned around. Yep. A big fxkin circle. 

After several turn-arounds I attempted, unsuccessfully, to ask 2 passersby if I was going in the right direction. But the older black lady kept saying she only spike French, and the elderly white guy appeared grumpy and not interested. A few steps later and a “Grüsse” with a smile my eyes begged to the guy I’m approaching “please help me”. He confirmed I was in the right direction but went the wrong way. I turned right when I should’ve turned left. “You’re on the right road, but it’s a 20 minute walk that direction”
I was riddled with exhaustion as the heat of the day was creeping into my pores. 

I settled on the small grocer I’d passed 15 minutes sooner, which I’d decided against because their fruit was the price of a full plate. But I better get this food here, thinking how far I’d have to walk holding groceries on the way back. 

Finally, I reached home about 12:50, back and shoulders sore from the weight of the bag and the heavy ass pineapple I decided to hold because the bag would be too heavy. Exhausted from climbing the stairs to the top of the village where the house sits. Only to unpack my bag and realize three of the (most expensive) items I’d purchased weren’t even in my bag. I literally felt tears want to surface.

But still, yesterday was a beautiful day. 

I found not 1 but 3 places to buy food, know which way not to go, and learned 2 new words in Swiss-German. I’m thankful I was able to take money out of the ATM with no problem, and the sore on the bottom of my foot from wearing the wrong shoes has eased this morning. I got more than my allotted daily steps in, and my legs look Amazing!

None of yesterday’s events will matter in a month, a year, 5 years. And that’s what meditation has taught me. That it’s not about being at peace all the time because life is always perfect, but that sometimes shit will happen and whether it happens or not I have the choice to allow it to take over me.

None of yesterday’s events will matter in a month, a year, 5 years. And that’s what meditation has taught me.

Of course I was upset. I had to pop the idea out my head everytime it surfaced during the day – “I lost fckin 12 francs!” But surfacing those thoughts only brought shame and disappointment. I don’t want that stress in my body. So I’d say out loud just as quickly as the thought came, “And. What you gon do about it?? Shut it.”

There was only 30 minutes until it was time to teach. No time to cook or prep anything cause I didn’t prepare my classroom. But my students didn’t deserve to be affected by the events I’d experienced beforehand. So I washed up, put on my teacher red lipstick and rocked TF out those classes.

Everyday ain’t perfect. Annoyances will happen. All the time. Being a foreigner, and black, and not speaking the language I’m susceptible to a lot more ish to go wrong. When it does, I look to learn the lesson now instead of internalize everything that went wrong.

After class I was sad I didn’t have the items to make the dish I’d been hoping for, but I decided to make a list of everything I’m grateful for, including the food I was able to grab and the friendly faces along the way. It helped remind me what went wrong is far less meaningful than all that goes right.

Everyday ain’t perfect. Annoyances will happen. All the time.

Everyday can be sunshine. It’s about perspective.

I didn’t post this yesterday because I put myself on social media restriction. I’ve also noticed my increased tendency to check FB and IG lately and needed to check my intentions. Be sure I’m not crying for validity in exchange for what some days make me feel very needy emotionally. And craving to connect to familiar faces, even if they’re internet strangers.

I’m going back to that damn store today. And I’m taking the bike the owner mentioned I could use this time! And I’ll probably have to repurchase the items. But I’ll make a video tutorial of the dish, and share it. Cause it’s gonna be Bomb ❤