If you’re failing on your six-month old New Year’s resolution, don’t worry.
I don’t even remember mine.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about the kind of person I want to be. As I get older, and as adulthood is starting to turn into my reality, I can’t help but think about how I ‘turned out’. My friend was just telling me about someone who does yoga and meditation, and lives in the moment. Recently, I have taken to reading vegan health blogs. The other day, I made a vegan smoothie and drank it straight out of a mason jar. In my pajamas. At 3 in the afternoon.
Whatever. Stupid details.
Point in case, I don’t foresee myself as a doing yoga in the light of the rising-sun kind of person. Hell, I’m really never going to be a touch-my-toes kind of person. But, as next semester creeps closer, I find myself making new-school-year-resolutions. I’ll get up early and exercise before my nine AMs. I’ll go to the store weekly and make homemade, healthy food in my apartment. I’ll study at the library every day. I even tell myself the age-old lie: I’ll stay organized.
Yeah. You can forget all those resolutions before September. In reality, I should be saving up for a better coffee-maker and hoping I won’t get so sleep deprived that I scream when an automatic door hits me in the back. (True story).
Anyways, maybe I’ll actually accomplish something this semester if I lower the bar. Maybe the goal to sleep at least six hours a night and study in the library three times a week is a better place to start. Or whatever.
What about you? Do you set unrealistically high goals, or are you the annoying curve breaker on an especially difficult test? Be the first to comment and let me know.