At the start of every New Year we sit down and make resolutions. This year, for the first time in many, many years, I didn’t. I didn’t get out the blank sheet of paper and the colored markers. I didn’t sit at my kitchen table and make this colorful list of things I wanted for myself and my life. Instead, I make internal commitments and promises to myself: to be intentional, to share love, to say ‘I can.’ Short. Simple. To the point. (And not written down.)
And for the first time in quite a number of years, I felt more empowered to follow these ‘resolutions’ because they were less concrete. They were more flexible. They didn’t feel like another to-do list (and I’m a person with manyyyy of those).
Now, don’t get me wrong, there’s honestly things I miss—the satisfaction of crossing something off, the lack of colorful paper to add to my binder, the accountability factor of having a physical, tangible list—but at the same time, these resolutions have become my inner mantra.
I’m not just trying to reach a certain point, I’m trying to embody these lifestyle shifts every single day. It’s not only a change in habit, but a change in perspective. It’s an openness to a new state of being, to a new sense of self.
And one of the biggest things for me is shifting the way I talk to myself. Instead of constantly comparing, and feeling as if I’m ‘less’ than someone else standing next to me, I’ve been honing in on what makes me unique. Instead of feeling inadequate because I haven’t accomplished a certain something, I’m praising the things I have done. Instead of looking at what I have left, I’m focusing on what I am on the brink of achieving.