Declaration: the act of declaring; announcement
Resolution: the act of
resolving, or determining
upon an action, course of
action, method, procedure, etc.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve.
Time for thousands of delusional people to declare resolutions that
they’ll never follow through with but swear
to god they mean it this time. I
hate resolutions. They’re empty, cliché,
shallow attempts at attention seeking.
And it’s all bullshit.
But, it’s also a time for reflection, I’ll give you
that. Whether or not we even mean to,
most of us look at the close of the present year with wistful contemplation. What have I done over the past year to better
myself as a person? And what can I
improve upon in the New Year? What have
I accomplished? Why am I such a
slacker??
I have spent most of the day yelling at cats. They’re all acting like assholes today, I’m
not even kidding. Someone shit at the
bottom of the stairs, two of them were fighting in the bathroom, one of them
woke me up unbelievably early this morning, crying because her food dish was
empty. Is this what I see myself doing
this time next year? Fuck me, I hope
not.
I want to do more and be more, and worry less,
and not be afraid of the unknown, and be unapologetically ME, without concern
about what other people think. I want to
do something meaningful, and be a role model for others, and inspire others,
and not be so god damn anxious all the time.
I want to travel and meet new people and make new friends. I want to spend more time with the friends I
already have and I want them to want to spend time with me. I want to be healthier and worry less. I want to engage in more random acts of
kindness and less neuroticism.
These aren’t “resolutions;” they’re more declarations. I’m not really putting any of these ideas
into action at this time, I’m just bitching about the things I want. And that, my friends, is the problem with
“resolutions.” You’ve made an
announcement, but not a call to action. You
can scream your desires at the top of your lungs all you want, but until you
put your bitching into action, you’ll be no better off in 2017 than you were in
2016. So, now that we’ve established
that inaction makes you a whiny bitch, what are we going to do about it? More specifically, what am I
going to do about it? I know what I want,
I just need to develop a plan to make these things happen.
First things first: I have got to stop worrying so
damn much. Letting go of worry, I think,
is the first step in not giving a fuck, and that attitude will allow me to
pursue all those other goals I spouted off earlier. Want to meet new people? Leave the fucking house. Don’t fit in with your classmates? Fuck ‘em.
Too much homework? Stop
procrastinating and start working.
Anxious? Get up and move. Don’t have any friends? Pick up the mother fucking phone and text everyone in your contact list until
someone who genuinely wants to spend time with you responds and you can go off
and do epic things together.
Don’t wallow in your anxiety, don’t hide behind your depression, don’t
allow yourself to remain stagnant. Get
up and do more. [I apologize,
dear readers, I am not yelling at you,
I’m yelling at me. Although, if you can relate to any of this,
then go ahead and use this as motivation for yourself as well.]
If I spend the next year wishing that I had more, did more,
was more, that doesn’t make me a better person; it makes me a narcissistic,
whiny bitch. This isn’t a time for
wishing, it’s a time for doing. And I
invite every single one of you to call me out if I fail to follow through with
my own call to action. For real, point
it out and tell me I’m being a hypocritical dick. I need that kind of honesty in my life.
So Happy fucking New Year, friends. Do epic shit.
And maybe invite me to do epic shit with you. I promise you won’t regret it.
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