A Reminder To Myself Going Into This New Year

A Reminder To Myself Going Into This New Year

Most people make some type of resolution for each new year, but many people don't follow through with them because they shoot too high.


Although I hope for many new things this year, I have one resolution that I want to focus on. Instead of calling it a resolution, I want to think of it as a reminder, and I hope that by putting it into writing, I can look back at it as a constant reminder.

For the new year and every year to follow, I want to live in the moment. We're all guilty of focusing on the future and obsessing over things out of our reach and about things that haven't happened yet, but I want to be grateful for the things going on now. I want to appreciate the good moments, the small moments, and I even want to live during the moments that seem too tough to handle.

This past year I've stressed too much, and I realized I stress about things I can't change more than I do appreciating things I don't want to change. Everyone has heard the saying, "Instead of asking yourself 'Why is this happening to me?,' ask yourself, 'What is this teaching me?," and I want to remember that every time I feel like giving up.

I've been focusing on transferring schools, and I haven't been focusing on the school I go to now. I want to meet new people, go to parties, and be more involved until one day I won't get the chance. I've given up so many opportunities by waiting for new ones to arise. I also focus more on a career I may have in the future instead of appreciating where I work now and who I work with. I'm passing by opportunities and moments every day without realizing it. When I look back on this time in my life, I don't want to regret it. I don't want to think that I should've been appreciated or lived the fullest while I had the chance. I want to laugh and smile now, so I can look back and laugh and smile more. I want to remember being happy and loving every memory I make out of this time.

This year I don't want to dedicate the year to myself - I want to dedicate this year to everyone around me and everything going on. This year is about positivity, happiness, and enjoying life. If anyone needs a reminder to live in the moment, look at this article and remind yourself that every day brings something new, and everything has to end whether that be good or bad. I pass up too many good things anticipating what comes next. I don't want to take this life for granted. I want to live.

My fortune in my fortune cookie said, "Stop searching for forever. Happiness is sitting right next to you," and if that's not a sign, I don't know what is. Happiness is now. Happiness is this moment all those that continue. Happiness is me.

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Me Saying I Don't Watch 'Game of Thrones' Is NOT Your Cue To Convince Me To Start

"Once you've accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you."


Yes, I have flaws. We all do. But it seems as if though my biggest flaw is that I have never seen "Games of Thrones." Nope, not even one single second. I don't know why I haven't seen it, it's not that I'm particularly against the show. I guess it's just too late now for me to start it, as the premiere of the eighth and final season aired April 14th. And for some reason, I just feel that I'm too far behind to even attempt to start it.

But please, I beg of you, do not try to get me to watch it. I don't want to; I've made my decision that I have missed the "Game of Thrones" train and I have accepted my fate. It's OK, you can use your heavy TV series persuasion on someone else, don't waste it on me.

But not being a Thronie (I have no idea if you "Game of Thrones" fans actually use that term, but it's fine) comes with its own set of hardships. Yes, I know that missing out on "unquestionably the most acclaimed and beloved show on television" is probably the greatest hardship, I know, I know.

But trying to scroll through social media while seemingly every single person on my feed is posting about the show? Now that's hard. I see memes left and right, constant reaction videos, clips of scenes that I will never understand. I see people being shocked by certain characters doing certain things to certain other characters and I just cannot understand! It's tough, it really is. I feel like I'm in elementary school, sitting on the bench beside the playground watching all of the cool kids playing together. I feel excluded and uninvited to the party that is the "Game of Thrones" fandom.

It really is hard. It's difficult not understanding the jokes and comments about all the happenings in "Game of Thrones." But to those who are obsessed avid watchers, I apologize. I sincerely am sorry that I can never understand your "Game of Thrones" talk. I am sorry that my inferior self is not interested in your favorite show.

As some character that I will never know in "Game of Thrones" says, "once you've accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you." I have accepted that my major flaw is the fact that I have never seen "Game of Thrones" and that I, unfortunately, have no interest in watching. So please, don't use it against me. Besides, that one character that I don't even know said that you can't anyway.

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Poetry On Odyssey: Waxing and Waning

From Ada Limón's Carrying.


As we near finals, it's time to reflect on this past semester: one full of ups and downs, high highs and low lows. Like a lot of my fellow students, it seemed like more time was spent in the lows. But even the drudgery of day-to-day classes had its bright spots. One of these was a book of poems I read for my creative writing class, The Carrying by Ada Limón. I was inspired by Limón's work and decided to rearrange some of the lines that struck me into a new narrative.

Waxing and Waning

I'm driving alone in the predawn

It's almost romantic as we adjust the waxy blue

the extent of our adventurism

then a heaving. Sounds sucked from lungs.

and uncupping our ears to hear.

No, to the rising tides.

(they wish to bless and bless and hush)

that bend with moss and old man's beard

mouthing the sand and silt, a crawdad

jellyfish washed to the stormy shore.

Sometimes, we drown together.

But sometimes I swear I hear it, the wound closing

your own lungs, like venom? Reader, I want to

making identical perfect selves, bam, another me,

we stood static and listened to them insane

Cling and remind me—

But sometimes I swear I hear it, the wound closing

to myself that's between a prayer and a curse—how dare we live

this was all sentimental crap, you

you were dead all over again.

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