2015. You know, that hardly meant a thing to me.
I’m not sure if it’s something that has been ingrained in me from a young age… but I used to welcome a new year with such an open embrace, you’d think that I was trying to fit an entire city in my arms. Resolution time! and off I went making a list of things I’d like to achieve that year. When I was really feeling it, I would even subcategorise them. Oh yeah, I was that crazy.
Since a few years ago, I’ve toned it down a notch. Or a thousand notches. And I’m starting to think… maybe I’ve toned it down too much. What happened to having hopes and dreams, and actually achieving them? What happened to wanting to attain the unattainable? I miss the way too optimistic Michelle, who believed everything she penned down would come to fruit.
So recently, realising that the coming new year didn’t even excite me one bit, I knew I had to make a few changes around here. And so I did. Started waking up earlier, exercising a bit more in the morning, eating homemade lunches. And little by little, I started feeling good about the future again. I saw that efforts do bring fruit, and so this coming year, I’m making a few more changes (small and big)... but I guess the main thing is just having intention and living each day a little more deliberately.
Any plans for 2015?