Happy New Years, Sorta, Not Really.
In keeping with all the New Year’s wishes and sentiments out there, I thought I’d write out a few quick thoughts about it all.
New Year’s doesn’t really mean shit to me.
I know. For most of you, it’s a time where you reflect on the past year, thinking of all the ups and downs. Mourning your losses and celebrating your gains. Thinking about all the things you wish you could get back and all the others you’d like to do over. Desperately clinging to those happy things that you want to freeze in time.
But for me, the changing of a calendar is just that. Changing of the number when I write a cheque or sign my name somewhere.
I stopped believing in New Year’s resolutions because I think it’s just one more way we try to tell ourselves we aren’t enough as we are, and somehow the magic change of the calendar year will give us the strength we need to do better.
I started believing in accepting where I was in the moment and embracing it. And THEN looking for opportunities for growth. I stopped believing that a new year was the catalyst I needed to do more for myself and my family.
It’s just a number.
So many people have remarked on how 2016 sucked. But for me, it was just another year. There were shitty moments and wonderful ones. Happy tears and sad ones. And that is just how it goes.
So anyway, I will take the time to wish you a Happy New Year, but most importantly, I wish you all the very best you are able to give yourselves whether it starts today, or March 3rd, or November 30.
And if it takes you until the very last second to make a positive change in your life, the year is not a bust. It’s not lost.
Have a happy life, Bitches. Ride hard and fast, and love all the minutes. Don’t wait for the calendar to give you permission to be awesome. Just be awesome whenever.