So, it’s a new year. Hello 2016…. New year, new me. That’s what everyone says, right?
Thanks to New Year’s Resolutions we are suddenly able to start life again with a fresh slate, positivity, and high hopes for it to be the “best year yet”. I am only human so it excites me as much as the next person to be able to have faith in the coming year and to feel the refreshing feeling of starting out anew. Many people create a list of resolutions and post them on social media for all to see while insisting that this is the year where they will be dedicated and follow through on all their resolves and dreams. More people crowd into the gym during January and February desperately hoping to work off that Holiday weight and to finally get that in-shape body they’ve always craved, healthy eating increases, and individuals strive toward their goals with dedication.
However, I can’t help but notice those resolutions eventually (and rather rapidly) fade into the background. The traffic in the gym thins significantly, people slip in their diets more often, eat healthily much less, and become less dedicated to the goals they originally had planned to make happen with such conviction. What happens for us to let our hopes, goals, and dreams take a backseat in our lives? We tend to blame it on the lack of time we have to make it to the gym, the lack of funds to eat healthy, and the excuses go on and on. By the time half the year is through, most of us have either given up on many of our resolutions or forgotten about them completely.
To this, I am calling all of us out. I ask you, what is more important in life than to accomplish our goals and acheive happiness? NOTHING is more important, that’s what. I don’t care what excuses we summon up to give ourselves peace of mind for giving up on ourselves, not a single one is good enough. At the end of the day, at the end of the year, at the end of our lives, what matters the most? The most monumental things are those that we are proud of in our lives and have worked hard to obtain. Make this year, and every one to come, matter. After all, to merely exist is not to live at all.
© 2016 Jacquelyn Staggs