In so many ways, New Years just isn’t my holiday. I’m really not one for staying up late or going out on the town. I never seem to have plans on New Years–everyone I’d spend it with always seems to be doing something else. This year, I spent New Years Eve painting, taking a hot bath, rewatching Downton Abbey, drinking one too many glasses of wine, and going to bed before midnight.
However, I love the chance for introspective self-reflection. For that, New Years is ideal. Entering a new year offers an opportunity to pause and reflect. While there really isn’t much difference between December 31 and January 1, the flipping of a calendar symbolizes new beginnings and fresh starts.
Resolutions aren’t my thing. Obnoxious reading challenges aside (see previous post), I find goals restrictive, daunting, and unhelpful. Instead, I take a big-picture approach, facing each year with hopes. Each year, I hope for similar things. I hope to be true to myself and grow in my faith. I hope to pursue a healthy lifestyle. I hope to put my best into my work, my studies, and my relationships.
Yes, I still hope all these things. But, this year, I want to take a new slant on New Years.
A lot has happened in my life over the past year. Many of the big, unanswered questions that have held sway since entering the workforce have been resolved. Barring my unfinished master’s degree, I’ve achieved everything in my five-year plan. So… what now? This position is both comforting, terrifying, and liberating. Aside from finishing grad school, I have no idea what comes next.
In 2019, I have the opportunity to ask new questions. I’ve learned that it’s foolish to try and predict what a year has in store. Instead of forming questions of direction or destination, I’m going to lean into questions of attitude. Here are things I’m asking myself this year: