About Those Resolutions...
A year ago today (or yesterday- I couldn't get home in time to post it on the 5th), I wrote a blog post about my resolutions for 2015. Unfortunately, the year whizzed by and I found myself putting those resolutions on the back burner (To be completely honest, I completely forgot about them until now). They weren't all a complete bust though; I did succeed at some things but I'm a creature of habit and my sluggishness won over most of the time.
I can pride myself on my sociability this year: I really do think I was more extroverted than ever during the last 12 months. I got out of my shell, met some new people, had more social gatherings.
The end of 2014/start of 2015 was really hard for me, I was more depressed than I had ever been: I wouldn't get out of my bed, I'd stay days on end in pyjamas and when I had to go out, I was miserable. It hurt all over, like a sickness spreading everywhere. So I guess it was easy for me to stay in a bubble and shut myself out from everything happening around me.
But slowly, I got through it. I spent more time with my friends and family, tried to be more socially active. I know now that when I get like that, staying on my own looking at a screen isn't gonna help.
I guess that first resolution was the only one I really succeeded at. I think all those "exercise more" and "be more healthy" resolutions are a load of crap. I mean, I know myself. I know that I hate doing any kind of exercise and that if I don't have chocolate after lunch, my day will suck. I was so confident this year would be the year I get fit but who are we kidding, I'm still the same old potato I was a year ago. Actually, that's not true. I gained 3 kgs.
I'm also the same mess I was a year ago. I genuinely thought I would get more organized and really start doing all that blogger shit where you have a planning and are consistent with your uploads, but you only have to look at the last two months to realize that didn't really work out all that well.
All in all, a lot of amazing things happened in 2015. I didn't lose any weight or became the #1 blogger of the year, but that doesn't really matter anyway. What matters is the memories that were created without any planning, the friendships that grew from zero. That makes you think that maybe resolutions are complete bullshit. Maybe you don't need them to have a great year. Maybe, just maybe, we should start embracing who we are instead of looking for what we could be.
I can pride myself on my sociability this year: I really do think I was more extroverted than ever during the last 12 months. I got out of my shell, met some new people, had more social gatherings.
The end of 2014/start of 2015 was really hard for me, I was more depressed than I had ever been: I wouldn't get out of my bed, I'd stay days on end in pyjamas and when I had to go out, I was miserable. It hurt all over, like a sickness spreading everywhere. So I guess it was easy for me to stay in a bubble and shut myself out from everything happening around me.
But slowly, I got through it. I spent more time with my friends and family, tried to be more socially active. I know now that when I get like that, staying on my own looking at a screen isn't gonna help.
I guess that first resolution was the only one I really succeeded at. I think all those "exercise more" and "be more healthy" resolutions are a load of crap. I mean, I know myself. I know that I hate doing any kind of exercise and that if I don't have chocolate after lunch, my day will suck. I was so confident this year would be the year I get fit but who are we kidding, I'm still the same old potato I was a year ago. Actually, that's not true. I gained 3 kgs.
I'm also the same mess I was a year ago. I genuinely thought I would get more organized and really start doing all that blogger shit where you have a planning and are consistent with your uploads, but you only have to look at the last two months to realize that didn't really work out all that well.
All in all, a lot of amazing things happened in 2015. I didn't lose any weight or became the #1 blogger of the year, but that doesn't really matter anyway. What matters is the memories that were created without any planning, the friendships that grew from zero. That makes you think that maybe resolutions are complete bullshit. Maybe you don't need them to have a great year. Maybe, just maybe, we should start embracing who we are instead of looking for what we could be.
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