|My 2016 best 9 - 358 days left of 2017 to capture|
Resolutions are also pointless if they don't stem from what you really want. You don't need to lose weight or go to the gym every day or quit sugar or become a vegan unless you actually want to. Last year I said I'd go on at least one date but I took no steps towards this happening because I'd rather stick pins in my eyes than meet a stranger and attempt to make conversation. Failing at a goal that you never really wanted to achieve feels pretty pointless because how mad at yourself can you be about something you didn't care about in the first place?
My 2017 aims stem mostly from my experiences in 2016 and should make my life more fun, less fretful and I'll still be able to join you for a gin, a coffee or something sugary:
1. Only keep things that are useful.
I recently cleared out six bin liners of rubbish and two bags for the charity shop from my tiny flat. Magazine clippings, cheap costume jewellery, outfits to fancy dress parties I'll never get an invite to. Souvenirs that I can't remember the origin of their purchase, clothes from a shop beginning with P and ending with -rimark. I found things I didn't even remember buying. Things that I think I "need" but already have. It all felt slightly embarrassing and chucking it all felt like throwing that money away for the second time.
2. Limit my consumption of news.
I spent most of 2016 reading the Guardian website and too much of my downtime with BBC News 24 playing in the background. Rolling news is somewhat of (an extremely dull) guilty pleasure of mine for what I think is its soothing repetitiveness but the constant barrage of news is probably making me feel more anxious than the sense of "being in the know" that I think it gives me. Don't shoot the messenger here but 2017 isn't going to be much more joyous news wise than 2016 was and we maybe all need to step back a little from the noise.
3. Plan meals and enjoy cooking.
I know, again. But the period around New Year where I drank Starbucks Doubleshots and ate hummus out of the container (while making two indecisive trips to Tesco Express each day to purchase said items) made me realise that I need to plan ahead with what I'll eat and maybe learn to cook myself simple meals. I'm 30 this year and my lack of domestic skills isn't cute and funny anymore. If I find a way of making cooking enjoyable then you'll be the first to know (making this every day isn't going to happen, mind).
4. Limit the dread.
I always say that January is the worst month but it deserves its twelfth of the year as much as any other month does. Let January live. And February while we're at it. As mentioned I turn 30 this year and I am half dreading it and half in denial. I can't say I "embrace" getting older because I love being young but there's nothing I can do about it so anything other than calm acceptance of the inevitable seems like a waste of energy. At least they'll be gin. Lots of gin.
Smaller goals include ~ learn how to lift weights at the gym ~ limit my eye rolls when people suggest I join Tinder ~ read more non-fiction ~ make it to 8 years of blogging in October ~ allow myself to "do nothing" occasionally ~ resist all urges to chop off my long-again hair ~ learn how to make a killer St Germain martini ~ remove all traces of "sorry" and "just" from my vocabulary ~ finish Infinite Jest on my Kindle
Do you make resolutions?