I Didn't Make Any New Year's Resolutions...

I Didn't Make Any New Year's Resolutions...

... & that's okay.

Ah, New Years Eve. The night that thousands and thousands of people gather together across the country and around the world to anxiously countdown to midnight to celebrate the arrival of a new year. Naturally, a new year represents a fresh start and new opportunities. The ever so common "New Year's Resolutions" social media posts or physical lists describe what individuals plan to accomplish in hopes to change themselves for the better. However, as I sat and watched the ball drop in Times Square with my family, and raised a glass in acknowledgment to a new year and farewell to the past...I realized that I didn't want to set a resolutions list for myself.

I know I am not perfect. No one is. So why didn't I make a list of "resolutions" for the New Year?

Honestly, I know that there are some things that I know I should stop doing...using profanity, drinking sweet tea, eating sweets, etc. Those could have easily made my personal list. Who's to say that I can't prevent myself from doing any of the above? The truth is I don't believe in the idea of completely changing or depriving myself of anything at the beginning of a new year. Instead, I choose to take what I've learned this past year and build on it. Not change it completely, but perhaps some simple "tweaking" could justify itself as a resolution. Not following me? Let's use an example.

When learning to ride a bike, you start from square one...right? Training wheels are placed on the back frame of the bicycle until you learn how to steer and operate the pedals to propel yourself forward. Once you have mastered that, you advance to the next level and remove the training wheels. However, learning to maintain the balance of the bike and using the brakes can be a slow process. I know that when I was learning, I fell over and over and over again. Despite how many times I fell and scraped my knees, my elbows, or even crashed my bike into the mailbox...I shook it off and tried again. I learned from the mistakes, improved on them, and eventually rode my bike all the way around my neighborhood without a single accident. Hence, the resolution.

My point? I didn't completely change the way I learned to ride my bike. Instead, I did some simple "tweaking" and figured out what worked and what didn't.

In my personal opinion, I don't WANT to change what I've done in the past. The things I've experienced, the memories I've made, and the people I've met all make me the person that I am today. I'm sure that eventually, I will make a list again and I've definitely made one before. As we get into 2018, instead of changing myself - I plan to do some "tweaking" and roll with the punches as they come. If I fall, I'll dust my knees, elbows, maybe even my ego and press forward. I'll take my training wheels off, and ride into the unknown with my family, friends, and faith.

Bring it on, 2018. I don't know what your future holds...but I can't wait to find out.

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An Open Letter To The Girl Trying To Get Healthy Again

"I see you eating whatever you want and not exercising" - Pants

Dear girl trying to get back in shape,

I know it's hard. I know the hardest thing you may do all day is walk into the gym. I know how easy it is to want to give up and go eat Chicken McNuggets, but don't do it. I know it feels like you work so hard and get no where. I know how frustrating it is to see that person across the table from you eat a Big Mac every day while you eat your carrots and still be half of your size. I know that awful feeling where you don't want to go to the gym because you know how out of shape you are. Trust me, I know.

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The important thing is you are doing something about it. I'm sure you get mad at yourself for letting your body get this out of shape, but life happens. You have made a huge accomplishment by not having a soda in over a month, and those small changes are huge. I understand how hard it is, I understand how frustrating it is to not see results and I understand why you want to give up. Being healthy and fit takes so much time. As much as I wish you could wake up the day after a good workout with the 6 pack of your dreams, that just isn't the reality. If being healthy was easy, everyone would do it, and it wouldn't feel so good when you got there.

Remember how last January your resolution was to get back in the gym and get healthy again? Think about how incredible you would look right now if you would have stuck with it. The great thing is that you can start any time, and you can prove yourself wrong.

Tired of starting over? Then don't give up.

You are only as strong as your mind. You will get there one day. Just be patient and keep working.

Nothing worth having comes easy. If you want abs more than anything, and one day you woke up with them, it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as watching your body get stronger.

Mental toughness is half the battle. If you think you are strong, and believe you are strong, you will be strong. Soon, when you look back on the struggle and these hard days, you will be so thankful you didn't give up.

Don't forget that weight is just a number. What is really important is how you feel, and that you like how you look. But girl, shout out to you for working on loving your body, because that shit is hard.

To the girl trying to get healthy again, I am so proud of you. It won't be easy, it will take time. But keep working out, eating right, and just be patient. You will be amazed with what your body is capable of doing.

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Even With The Bad Days, I'm Proud Of Myself

"Even if I look like a burnt chicken nugget, I still love myself"


Somehow, it's been over a month already since school started. It feels so long ago but also like I moved in days ago, all at the same time. I've definitely had my share of "freshman moments" showing up on the first day with my shiny new (enormous) planner, getting lost on campus, and trying to learn how to use the library printers that for some reason connect to my student ID. Huge shout out to whoever placed printed out step-by-step instructions on various tables in the library of how to use the library by the way, because I almost cried out of frustration.

It's only been four weeks since I came here, and it's definitely been full of highs and lows. From seeing my mom leave after I had moved in, to the adrenaline rush that was getting to perform at our marching band preview, to the anxiety of my first week of class, to having to leave marching band in the hopes I would regain some mental stability, the past month has certainly been an experience.

Last week was especially rough. I dropped marching band at the beginning of the week and spent the rest of the week debating whether I had, in fact, made the right choice. I had so much guilt over how it felt like I was just quitting and abandoning the commitment I had made to my fellow members of the band. For the past seven years most of my life has revolved around band, and to just give up what has been a major part of my identity for so long was scary.

I spent a lot of this past weekend at home thinking about the past few weeks. While I'm sad I had to give up something I've loved for so long I know I made the right decision. College band is so different from what I expected it to be, and it's so much more of a time commitment than I could have ever anticipated. I mean, I was two weeks into class and already struggling to keep up with my homework and readings.

At the end of the day, I'm really hecking proud of myself and everything I've managed to accomplish. I honestly thought I would have had more breakdowns from stress and sleep exhaustion and homesickness, and while those have happened I know I'll be alright. Yes, school is hard and trying to find a happy medium between staying on top of my academics, being involved outside of class, and at least attempting to be healthy is something I'm still working on, but at least I'm here.

I have an opportunity a lot of people in this world currently don't have: the ability to receive an education at a university where my financial situation is okay enough that I can live on campus and not absolutely have to work right now to make ends meet. So yeah, college is tough, but at least I'm giving it my all.

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