I've seem to have had several arguments that have ended with the other person telling me they're not perfect. As if this is the answer to everything we've just been fighting about. But that's not an answer, it's a fact.
No one is perfect.
And no one should expect someone else to be. But there's a difference from hiding behind imperfection and continuously working on being a better person. To know you have things to work on and you choose not to is almost as bad as saying that you're perfect in the first place. No one should be above addressing their shortcomings, righting their wrongs, if for no one else but themselves. But few people take criticism well, me included, and no one wants it pointed out. But if the person I am now is the only version of the person I'll ever be then what am I doing? I'm never gonna meet anyone new? Or do anything different? I'm going to listen only to myself and never see things from a different point of view? I should be ok with who I am now, because I'm imperfect and that's just who I am, period?
Ummm...no....
My older brother has recently pointed out that I am bullheaded. To which my immediate reaction was to say, 'No, I'm not.' And obviously he's right, I am bullheaded or at least can be. As in what I say goes. Like when I say, I don't want to talk about it or I don't want to do it, he and my family knows that I'm not going to talk about it and I'm not going to do it (yep, even at 27 this brat side of me still comes out) no further discussion. I know I'm like this but now I know that this may hurt them, which is something I never want to do. I do like to think things through before speaking (usually!) and that means if I'm put on the spot about something, my initial reaction may be to shut down or defy it. They know it's not something that'll change in me overnight or ever all the way, but I want to alter it enough so as not to hurt them. It's not easy and sometimes, I feel like my family is a pain in the prying ass but what's more important, making an effort for my family or being stubborn for selfish reasons?
So few things annoy me more then someone saying to me, 'that's just how I am', I'm not gonna change. Like that's it. You're never gonna ever be different? You're not gonna even TRY? Smells like bullshit to me. Because if you're the exact same person you were five years ago, ten years ago time must've stood still for you. If I was the same person I was five or ten years ago, well, that'd be a whole other set problems in and of itself. So when someone says something that ridiculous, I want to be like, well no shit that's how you are...but do you think that makes everything you do ok?
Everyone makes mistakes. Has regrets. Everyone has said things they don't mean. If someone I care about doesn't like something I'm doing, I know it's less about me as a person and more about my actions, actions that can be changed. Sometimes people think they can't change who they are, but they confuse this with not wanting to. All it takes is time and trying. And if you're so above giving it time to work on it or trying a new perspective, then I would rather hear that.
Own up to it.
Just say you don't want to change for anyone. That you are above it. You're too scared. You're too lazy. Because at least there's the truth. Because at the basis of my annoyance with someone who makes the 'never gonna change' excuse is that that person is lying. They will change. When the time is right for them. When they do own up to it, their fears or reasons for not wanting to budge. Whatever it is that's holding them still. They lie because it's easier. Gives them more room to screw up. They are just fine. They forget no one is asking for perfection. They forgot what it's like to be and want more.
They forget what it feels like to try.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
different strokes
My friend is addicted to Craigslist. She actually just refers to it as CL now because she is that much on the up and up as to what is going on in the CL realm. I'm actually not sure how this happened, her addiction, but one day I get a text from her asking me if I knew there were gay males on CL trying to come off as heteros. She asks me this as if I should be personally offended by what these strangers, gay or not, do.
She sends me CL 'highlights' , such as acronyms for body parts I didn't need to know about. Alerts me to when new pictures of penises are posted (or penii as she refers to them, as if they are a Latin verb, rather than c'mon let's face it...pornographic). I have known my friend for about three-ish years now and as far as I'm aware she is a straight, non-porn watching kind of gal and yet she remains uber-obsessed with this online phenomenon of men seeking men...or transsexuals...or whatever other categories she can find on there.
Today she texts me to say that she responded to one of these ads with her fake email. It was an ad from a straight man seeking a transsexual. She emailed him interest and when he responded asking her if she was one, she said, no I'm a psych professor (which isn't entirely untrue, she did major in psychology) and told him he needed help. After falling out of my chair laughing, I asked her why she felt compelled to do that. She is greatly concerned with what goes on behind closed doors apparently. I told her she can't rid the world of 'posers', that's what Craiglist is for. And maybe as CL abuser, she is the one who needs help.
I have seized my other words of wisdom to her, which have been, stop stalking people on Craigslist, quit worrying about the wonders of pseudo straight men who have fantasies that we not only can't understand but that normal people (like myself, not her obviously) shouldn't care about, and stop fucking texting me that shit!
I told her that she is the Unabomber of text, as if this will offend her. But if the visual of a stranger's ugly penis doesn't offend her and a gay man posing as a straight one does, then what is there left for me to do?
I hope she finds a new hobby soon.
She sends me CL 'highlights' , such as acronyms for body parts I didn't need to know about. Alerts me to when new pictures of penises are posted (or penii as she refers to them, as if they are a Latin verb, rather than c'mon let's face it...pornographic). I have known my friend for about three-ish years now and as far as I'm aware she is a straight, non-porn watching kind of gal and yet she remains uber-obsessed with this online phenomenon of men seeking men...or transsexuals...or whatever other categories she can find on there.
Today she texts me to say that she responded to one of these ads with her fake email. It was an ad from a straight man seeking a transsexual. She emailed him interest and when he responded asking her if she was one, she said, no I'm a psych professor (which isn't entirely untrue, she did major in psychology) and told him he needed help. After falling out of my chair laughing, I asked her why she felt compelled to do that. She is greatly concerned with what goes on behind closed doors apparently. I told her she can't rid the world of 'posers', that's what Craiglist is for. And maybe as CL abuser, she is the one who needs help.
I have seized my other words of wisdom to her, which have been, stop stalking people on Craigslist, quit worrying about the wonders of pseudo straight men who have fantasies that we not only can't understand but that normal people (like myself, not her obviously) shouldn't care about, and stop fucking texting me that shit!
I told her that she is the Unabomber of text, as if this will offend her. But if the visual of a stranger's ugly penis doesn't offend her and a gay man posing as a straight one does, then what is there left for me to do?
I hope she finds a new hobby soon.
fall is such a clever name for a season
I want to bungee jump. I joke that if I do, I will be like Alicia Silverstone in the Aerosmith 'Cryin' video and flip the bird. In reality, I'll probably be too terrified to do anything and just be concentrating on not barfing (which by the way, experience has shown me is not possible, even the utmost concentration has not prevented throwing up when I wanted it to but that's a whole different blog). I want be suspended between where I was and where I'm going for a few seconds of time to just...well, fall. In the metaphorical sense, that is how I feel now. Suspended in the air, seeing where I'm headed but haven't all the way left where I've been. And it's scary and exciting and can't quite catch my breath or focus on what lies before me.
Maybe it's August's clock ticking at me. For years and years, August signified the beginning of a new year. It was the beginning of a new grade, new classes, one step closer to where I was headed. So maybe it's not such a stretch that right around this time I feel both the beginning and the end of something new. Just like teachers, maybe I measure my year by the school calendar. Or maybe it's that I consider my September birthday my 'new year' versus the actual January 1st date and I ask myself, what did I learn in the past year? What do I vow to do different when I'm another year older? What's gonna change? All the questions start forming and floating right around this period of time, for whatever reason, my mind swirls with them.
And yet, I'm a walking contradiction because at the same time my mind is suspended because I'm still in summer mode. I still want to play and live in the moment and not plan and just do. I want to not be so serious or contemplative (although my neurotic mind never quite lets that happen). I want to race ahead to all the fun I know that's in store for me but can't quite let go of things that might have happened before that I have to think about. Past is just the past, but it's not like it never happened. It's there. To just discard it, to pack it away with my swimsuit and sunscreen until next year just isn't how it works.
And it's a little like free falling and being stuck at the same time.
My mind is in ten different places while I'm being propelled forward. I'm enjoying every minute, but still expecting, just not sure when, that I'm going to be yanked back to the past, to learn something else or tie up loose ends or go back for someone or something that wasn't meant to be left behind. There's no way to try to figure out when it's gonna happen.
Just gotta close my eyes, feel the proverbial wind on my face, fall...and wait...
Maybe it's August's clock ticking at me. For years and years, August signified the beginning of a new year. It was the beginning of a new grade, new classes, one step closer to where I was headed. So maybe it's not such a stretch that right around this time I feel both the beginning and the end of something new. Just like teachers, maybe I measure my year by the school calendar. Or maybe it's that I consider my September birthday my 'new year' versus the actual January 1st date and I ask myself, what did I learn in the past year? What do I vow to do different when I'm another year older? What's gonna change? All the questions start forming and floating right around this period of time, for whatever reason, my mind swirls with them.
And yet, I'm a walking contradiction because at the same time my mind is suspended because I'm still in summer mode. I still want to play and live in the moment and not plan and just do. I want to not be so serious or contemplative (although my neurotic mind never quite lets that happen). I want to race ahead to all the fun I know that's in store for me but can't quite let go of things that might have happened before that I have to think about. Past is just the past, but it's not like it never happened. It's there. To just discard it, to pack it away with my swimsuit and sunscreen until next year just isn't how it works.
And it's a little like free falling and being stuck at the same time.
My mind is in ten different places while I'm being propelled forward. I'm enjoying every minute, but still expecting, just not sure when, that I'm going to be yanked back to the past, to learn something else or tie up loose ends or go back for someone or something that wasn't meant to be left behind. There's no way to try to figure out when it's gonna happen.
Just gotta close my eyes, feel the proverbial wind on my face, fall...and wait...
Thursday, April 9, 2009
what you want should be right now
I have to say I admire people who are so definitive in who they are and the choices they make, that they are able to use words like 'never' and phrases like 'that's just me, I'm never gonna change'. There is something that is probably very refreshing being so set in your ways, that any of life's roadblocks that come your way, you just put up a hand and say, 'Oh, _________ is something I would never do. But that's just me, I'm never gonna change.' As in, F off and accept it. The decisiveness makes me want to learn their secrets to life. The confidence, the ability to put every situation in the same boat and sail it to its destination, point blank, period.
I can barely decide what I want to do when I wake up in the morning. Do I want Starbucks? Do I not? Do I have time? And then the moment arrives...and yes, today would be a good day for a caramel macchiato! I'm a decisive person who changes her mind...a lot. Which sounds like a contradiction, but really isn't. What I want in any given moment is subject to change due to all of the various elements of that which is called life. And any choice I've made that I've done a 180 on, I've never regretted, never wanted to take back and never said, if I were to do it again, I would've done it differently.
However, despite the changes, despite the fact that at any given moment, I could pack up and move to the beach. Despite that I have changed jobs and apartments more times in ten years then most people do in their life, I know who I am. At the heart of all my quick decisions, internal conflicts, verbal diarrhea that I may get from time to time, I know myself and what I want. I wanted to move to New York. I moved to New York. I wanted a higher salary, I changed jobs. I want answers, I ask. And when you decide that, things you will put up with, how far you will take something, how much fight you have, then it's easier to trust yourself to make a decision that will make you happy. It might not be the easiest, you might look back on your life and think if this was me two years ago, five years ago, maybe I would've decided something different, but all you can do is live in the moment of your decisions.
I'm a person who expects a lot out of people, wants to see them at their best. I'm judgmental and stubborn, sensitive and thoughtful (to the point where my thinking drives me insane), but what I demand out of others, isn't half of what I demand out of myself. I'm not going to be one who settles, who is satisfied with ok. I'll go with the flow as long as it's flowing the way I want and then if it changes, I'll fight like hell against what naturally is supposed to move me along. But even knowing who I am doesn't mean that me won't change tomorrow. I'll be thrown off my high horse. I'll have an ego blow or two. I'll get my heart broken. I'll make mistakes. And knowing this in advance, prepares me for the excitement that the future holds, with all its messiness, and keeps me in the now of my back and forth craziness.
I just hope the people who don't expect their views to change, the people who are so happy with the people they are today in this moment, that would never see it any other way, know in their hearts all they're missing out on. It's never too late to change...your mind, your heart, yourself. I can relate to them on at least one level of 'never'. Because settling for less than what I want is something I would never do.
But that's just me, I'm never gonna change.
I can barely decide what I want to do when I wake up in the morning. Do I want Starbucks? Do I not? Do I have time? And then the moment arrives...and yes, today would be a good day for a caramel macchiato! I'm a decisive person who changes her mind...a lot. Which sounds like a contradiction, but really isn't. What I want in any given moment is subject to change due to all of the various elements of that which is called life. And any choice I've made that I've done a 180 on, I've never regretted, never wanted to take back and never said, if I were to do it again, I would've done it differently.
However, despite the changes, despite the fact that at any given moment, I could pack up and move to the beach. Despite that I have changed jobs and apartments more times in ten years then most people do in their life, I know who I am. At the heart of all my quick decisions, internal conflicts, verbal diarrhea that I may get from time to time, I know myself and what I want. I wanted to move to New York. I moved to New York. I wanted a higher salary, I changed jobs. I want answers, I ask. And when you decide that, things you will put up with, how far you will take something, how much fight you have, then it's easier to trust yourself to make a decision that will make you happy. It might not be the easiest, you might look back on your life and think if this was me two years ago, five years ago, maybe I would've decided something different, but all you can do is live in the moment of your decisions.
I'm a person who expects a lot out of people, wants to see them at their best. I'm judgmental and stubborn, sensitive and thoughtful (to the point where my thinking drives me insane), but what I demand out of others, isn't half of what I demand out of myself. I'm not going to be one who settles, who is satisfied with ok. I'll go with the flow as long as it's flowing the way I want and then if it changes, I'll fight like hell against what naturally is supposed to move me along. But even knowing who I am doesn't mean that me won't change tomorrow. I'll be thrown off my high horse. I'll have an ego blow or two. I'll get my heart broken. I'll make mistakes. And knowing this in advance, prepares me for the excitement that the future holds, with all its messiness, and keeps me in the now of my back and forth craziness.
I just hope the people who don't expect their views to change, the people who are so happy with the people they are today in this moment, that would never see it any other way, know in their hearts all they're missing out on. It's never too late to change...your mind, your heart, yourself. I can relate to them on at least one level of 'never'. Because settling for less than what I want is something I would never do.
But that's just me, I'm never gonna change.
quit running from what's not chasing you
'Some things we don't talk about, rather do without and just hold and smile...' -The Fray
Pride is a two-faced bitch. On one hand, it's an amazing quality to have. To help us celebrate something we've accomplished. To make us work hard. To have us put our best foot forward. To stand tall and fight through difficulties. But pride will also keep you from doing the right thing. It will convince you to rationalize the wrong thing. Pride keeps us from saying things we need to and makes us say things we don't mean. Because we don't want to get hurt. We don't want to be the first to give in. If we're going to lose it all, we might as well have our pride, right?
Why is it so easy to hurt someone, but an apology is something we have to 'think about'? Should the words 'I'm sorry' be changed into 'Let's get over it'? Sometimes that's how it feels. And sometimes that's exactly what needs to happen. But why is it so hard to to take the first step? Why is it so hard to tell someone we love them? Why of all the things we could say, do we just choose to ignore it? The problem with a problem is that it doesn't go away because we say it's over. It just sits inside of us waiting to come out. And maybe it won't come out to the person we have a problem with. Maybe it won't even come out anytime soon, but down the road when you least expect it, that what we have tried to hide away finds its way to the surface. And how are you supposed to hide from yourself?
There is really so much more that we can be doing with our lives. At the end of the day, if we let it, pride leaves us lonely. Pride pushes people away and lets issues go unresolved. And those issues just get pushed onto the next person and the next. It convinces us to believe that all the people who we push away, chose to leave us. It makes us believe that all the people that wanted to help us, really were trying to avoid handing problems of their own. It makes us believe lies, because knowing that someone might find us out is so much scarier than the truth.
The truth being that sometimes we are wrong. Sometimes we've done something so horrible, that apologizing won't make up for it. And even if we did, how do we find the right words? We aren't above trying. Again. And again.The truth is that we aren't above being loved. We aren't above letting people love us. But to some people, pride is better than the truth. It's worth going into a situation knowing that when you come out, you had the last word. That you held up and didn't cry, didn't flinch, brushed your shoulders off and moved on. That you were the one that could walk away from something, could do without. It definitely can help us from getting hurt. It's just not as reliable at knowing how to help us back up. So even though we should walk around with our heads held high, holding it too high, sooner or later you're gonna miss a step, trip and fall and no one and nothing will be there to save you...
but your pride.
Pride is a two-faced bitch. On one hand, it's an amazing quality to have. To help us celebrate something we've accomplished. To make us work hard. To have us put our best foot forward. To stand tall and fight through difficulties. But pride will also keep you from doing the right thing. It will convince you to rationalize the wrong thing. Pride keeps us from saying things we need to and makes us say things we don't mean. Because we don't want to get hurt. We don't want to be the first to give in. If we're going to lose it all, we might as well have our pride, right?
Why is it so easy to hurt someone, but an apology is something we have to 'think about'? Should the words 'I'm sorry' be changed into 'Let's get over it'? Sometimes that's how it feels. And sometimes that's exactly what needs to happen. But why is it so hard to to take the first step? Why is it so hard to tell someone we love them? Why of all the things we could say, do we just choose to ignore it? The problem with a problem is that it doesn't go away because we say it's over. It just sits inside of us waiting to come out. And maybe it won't come out to the person we have a problem with. Maybe it won't even come out anytime soon, but down the road when you least expect it, that what we have tried to hide away finds its way to the surface. And how are you supposed to hide from yourself?
There is really so much more that we can be doing with our lives. At the end of the day, if we let it, pride leaves us lonely. Pride pushes people away and lets issues go unresolved. And those issues just get pushed onto the next person and the next. It convinces us to believe that all the people who we push away, chose to leave us. It makes us believe that all the people that wanted to help us, really were trying to avoid handing problems of their own. It makes us believe lies, because knowing that someone might find us out is so much scarier than the truth.
The truth being that sometimes we are wrong. Sometimes we've done something so horrible, that apologizing won't make up for it. And even if we did, how do we find the right words? We aren't above trying. Again. And again.The truth is that we aren't above being loved. We aren't above letting people love us. But to some people, pride is better than the truth. It's worth going into a situation knowing that when you come out, you had the last word. That you held up and didn't cry, didn't flinch, brushed your shoulders off and moved on. That you were the one that could walk away from something, could do without. It definitely can help us from getting hurt. It's just not as reliable at knowing how to help us back up. So even though we should walk around with our heads held high, holding it too high, sooner or later you're gonna miss a step, trip and fall and no one and nothing will be there to save you...
but your pride.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Today Is a New Day
People have good selective memories. They remember two things: the times they felt like shit and the times they felt unstoppable. The goal is to turn the times you feel like shit into times you feel unstoppable. You've been there. I've been there. We've all been at the lowest of the lows. It doesn't matter how old you are or what mistakes you've made or what you've had to endure, because you are still here. There is always an opportunity to turn it all around. You just have to want it to happen.
Why wouldn't someone want that to happen? That, my friend, is a good question. One of the most frustrating things is wanting something for someone more than they want it for themselves. Happiness and courage and love are feelings you can bestow onto someone else, you can cram it down their throats, force yourself to believe that they are happy/courageous/loved but if they don't feel it for themselves, then it's like racing someone who decided to take a nap instead. You're going forward at full speed and they're...well, they're taking a nap. There are people who you are going to love that want to hold onto their pasts, their hurt, any struggles that they've faced and leave room for nothing else. On any given day, you might even be this person. You know why they hang on? It's because it's what they know. It's what they can handle.
If there are people who think all they can handle is broken hearts and deflated spirits, then that is a choice I don't have to understand but you seriously can't tell me that there are people who wake up and say 'I sure hope I feel like shit today!" My mom used to have this book called '14,000 Things to Be Happy About'. Now you have to think that if there was a person that had enough time and enough audacity to sit aroud and think of that many things to be happy about and write it down AND have it published, then you can find ONE thing to be happy about. Here I will help, a banana split. I'm allergic to bananas, you say. I am lactose intolerant, you lament. You know what then, slurp up the chocolate around the banana and eat soy ice cream, I am sure they have it.
I am not insensitive. Nor am I immune to tragedy or broken hearts. Like I said we've all been there. But I also know for every ten things that have been devastating in my life, there is someone who has had eleven. I know there will be times when you feel there is nothing to be happy about and that's okay because unfortunately, that's true. But doesn't it at least make you feel a little better knowing that when you're ready, there is at least one thing waiting to make you smile?
You don't have to be an optimist. You don't have to force a smile or never be sad, but happiness will only follow you so far before it stops and waits for you to be ready. And all you have to do is try. One thing to be happy about a day. It's not that much to handle. Are you ready?
How 'bout now?
Why wouldn't someone want that to happen? That, my friend, is a good question. One of the most frustrating things is wanting something for someone more than they want it for themselves. Happiness and courage and love are feelings you can bestow onto someone else, you can cram it down their throats, force yourself to believe that they are happy/courageous/loved but if they don't feel it for themselves, then it's like racing someone who decided to take a nap instead. You're going forward at full speed and they're...well, they're taking a nap. There are people who you are going to love that want to hold onto their pasts, their hurt, any struggles that they've faced and leave room for nothing else. On any given day, you might even be this person. You know why they hang on? It's because it's what they know. It's what they can handle.
If there are people who think all they can handle is broken hearts and deflated spirits, then that is a choice I don't have to understand but you seriously can't tell me that there are people who wake up and say 'I sure hope I feel like shit today!" My mom used to have this book called '14,000 Things to Be Happy About'. Now you have to think that if there was a person that had enough time and enough audacity to sit aroud and think of that many things to be happy about and write it down AND have it published, then you can find ONE thing to be happy about. Here I will help, a banana split. I'm allergic to bananas, you say. I am lactose intolerant, you lament. You know what then, slurp up the chocolate around the banana and eat soy ice cream, I am sure they have it.
I am not insensitive. Nor am I immune to tragedy or broken hearts. Like I said we've all been there. But I also know for every ten things that have been devastating in my life, there is someone who has had eleven. I know there will be times when you feel there is nothing to be happy about and that's okay because unfortunately, that's true. But doesn't it at least make you feel a little better knowing that when you're ready, there is at least one thing waiting to make you smile?
You don't have to be an optimist. You don't have to force a smile or never be sad, but happiness will only follow you so far before it stops and waits for you to be ready. And all you have to do is try. One thing to be happy about a day. It's not that much to handle. Are you ready?
How 'bout now?
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Keep Telling Yourself That
Here it comes, that time of year where you promise yourself that you are going to lose weight, be nicer, work harder, save more money, sky dive or whatever. The thing is, if you really wanted to do all of this, if you were serious about making a resolution and keeping it, then what is the point of waiting? Why is January 1st the end all, be all of trying to be a better person, a more daring person, the person you ultimately want to be? What happens if you try your resolution and come February you fail, then what? You spend the rest of the year doing the same thing as last, feeling comfort in the fact you can give it another shot in about ten months. And you are okay with this because hey, at least you tried?
Well, I call bullshit.
It's a lovely thought but be honest. You have intentions. Admirable intentions but intending to do something is frankly a more inspiring way of saying, I'm just going to sit on my ass until I figure out what I want to do. People don't change overnight. You don't wake up after a champagne-filled, confetti-laced night ready to dominate the world, you just don't.
You only intend to.
The challenge that we face is to accept that we're not going to be everything we want to be in a day. We're going to make mistakes. We're going to do things we aren't supposed to. We're going to talk ourselves out of rational thought for the sake of short-term fun. I think we should make the effort to try to accept this. Look back at where you've been this past year, what you've gained and what you've lost and most importantly, what you've learned. Make a top ten list of the things you've learned. Better yet, make a top ten list of the best times you had. Figure out the people who were involved when these things happened and try to keep them around. Act like you're going to live in the moment but realize that this is virtually impossible without reliving your past or worrying about your future. Revisit old times, go back and do it again if you must but don't go the same way. Imagine where you want to be in five years but realize that a security plan only works for people who believe security equals happiness, which I'm sorry to say it doesn't.
There are things you may feel are unfinished from 2007, things you want to say or do or take back or change. You want all of this to be magically resolved by January 1, 2008 and this will not happen. Even if you do stick to some of your resolutions, just remember that it's okay to gain back the weight you lost. It's okay to overspend and do reckless things and never sky dive. Because there are more chances then New Year's Day to be a better person. You will have more than one chance....
to prove it.
Well, I call bullshit.
It's a lovely thought but be honest. You have intentions. Admirable intentions but intending to do something is frankly a more inspiring way of saying, I'm just going to sit on my ass until I figure out what I want to do. People don't change overnight. You don't wake up after a champagne-filled, confetti-laced night ready to dominate the world, you just don't.
You only intend to.
The challenge that we face is to accept that we're not going to be everything we want to be in a day. We're going to make mistakes. We're going to do things we aren't supposed to. We're going to talk ourselves out of rational thought for the sake of short-term fun. I think we should make the effort to try to accept this. Look back at where you've been this past year, what you've gained and what you've lost and most importantly, what you've learned. Make a top ten list of the things you've learned. Better yet, make a top ten list of the best times you had. Figure out the people who were involved when these things happened and try to keep them around. Act like you're going to live in the moment but realize that this is virtually impossible without reliving your past or worrying about your future. Revisit old times, go back and do it again if you must but don't go the same way. Imagine where you want to be in five years but realize that a security plan only works for people who believe security equals happiness, which I'm sorry to say it doesn't.
There are things you may feel are unfinished from 2007, things you want to say or do or take back or change. You want all of this to be magically resolved by January 1, 2008 and this will not happen. Even if you do stick to some of your resolutions, just remember that it's okay to gain back the weight you lost. It's okay to overspend and do reckless things and never sky dive. Because there are more chances then New Year's Day to be a better person. You will have more than one chance....
to prove it.
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