A new year, a new you! Yes we should be better; look better, be more fit, more productive, it wouldn’t hurt to know one more languages, gain more knowledge, yes always more money, etc,, be more worthy that is. I am trying to lose weight, I thought about getting Botox, and am struggling with the simplest phrases in Spanish. And a new year means I can, I must get better. But must I really? I am sick of running after my oh so perfect future self. How does that honor the me now?
On the other hand, there is nothing like a true challenge; running a marathon type of thing, or climbing Mount Everest. It is the thing that seems completely impossible, and ridiculous, and unthinkable for you, yet you wonder… It is that thing when you see others do, something in you moves, or you’re completely jealous. Now that is worth the effort and honors the me here, now.
I guess I’ll have to write that novel…
I can’t believe how I ended up here. All I wanted to do was to vent about how the idea of new year’s resolutions, once I used to cling to every new year, frustrate me. And here we are…
How will you challenge yourself this year?
This so resonated with me this morning…
