Holy moley.

Life really knows how to kick you when you’re down, doesn’t it? I think this has been the most difficult, most confusing, most painful month of my entire life. But you know what?

December is almost over, thank God.

I’ve never wanted to be one of those people that was like “Start the new year fresh!” I don’t know why though, because deep down I’ve always been this person.

1. I love fresh starts.
2. I love round numbers.
3. I try to go into every day with a clean slate, every week with a new focus, and every month with a new goal.

So why do I hate on the “new year – new me” trend every year? Am I so hipster that I hate it just because it’s popular? Possibly.

I think it also makes me sad, and I don’t like being sad. People are so motivated for JANUARY FIRST and ready to start on JANUARY FIRST and excited for JANUARY FIRST and then the other 364 days of the new year are neglected. If we truly want to have a “new year – new me” mindset, then we should all be restarting our 365 day year every single morning.

If we all treated every day like it was JANUARY FIRST I guarantee we would see:

• • More kindness and generosity
  • Gyms packed with motivated people reaching their goals
  • Coffee shops filled with avid readers
  • People cooking themselves and their families healthier meals
  • More bad habits kicked
  • Less money unwisely spent
  • Overall more happiness all around

…and all the other popular new year’s resolutions that people keep for JANUARY FIRST and then forget about because it too quickly becomes January second.

So, I know I have winter goals that I’m chipping away at (badly, might I add; I told you it’s been a horrible month), but I do have one New Year’s goal:

I do not want to make any New Year’s goals.

I want to have goals for every season, every month, every week, and every day, and I don’t want them to be limited by waiting for the big sparkly ball to drop at midnight. I think the world would be a better place if every day were New Year’s day.

If anyone reading this has had as shitty of a month as I have, I’m so sorry. Whatever you’re going through: I’m sorry and that sucks. Try to remember that every storm runs out of rain. (Isn’t that a country song? I think that’s a country song.)

And that’s my two cents. See you next year!

I gave myself bangs, guys. That’s how emotionally unstable December 2019 has made me. And yes, I do regret them. Thank you for asking. *sigh*