Honestly, New Year’s Eve gives me a load of anxiety. Everyone (I know it’s not just me) has these expectations of a movie worthy NYE celebration with friends and champagne and new beginnings. Then, once the clock strikes 12, everyone is productivity mode in hopes of making the New Year the best year.
Well…my NYE started with me sleeping through my alarm, rolling into work late, screwing up dinner, and not watching the ball drop because I was in bed.
Not to forget, I had a lovely evening. My boyfriend and I cooked in, played two rounds of Las Vegas Monopoly (because a celebration calls for multiple games), and enjoyed each other’s company. Low key was best for us this year.
As I sit in the first day of 2016, I’ve decided not to set ridiculously difficult goals for the year, like many do.
2016 is about getting my shit together.
- Turn all online writing samples into PDF files.
- Get stronger (to open jars by myself when no one is home).
- Read more books than in 2015.
- Find a skincare regimen that really works for me.
- Write more.
Before anyone says, “You’re being too broad.” I know. This year, that is the point. I want to simply make time for me and the things I think will make me a better version of myself. I’ve been slacking, lately.