Hi 2017. We are officially in the new year which means…..same shit different day. I know I know, some people take New Year’s very much to heart and use it to facilitate new things into their life but I am not that person. I am of the mentality that if you haven’t done it already, you’re not going to so please do not use the excuse of the new year to get your shit together. BE PROACTIVE, take initiative and do the damn thing. What the hell are you waiting for.
I started a New Year’s tradition last year of completing a big scale DIY project over the long weekend. Last year I sanded, painted and stenciled two giant bookshelves which turned out to be a hell of a lot harder than I anticipated but it also made me appreciate them SO MUCH more. This year I decided to reclaim pink as my power color and ombre the back wall of my bedroom to look like a pink cloud. Jury is still out on the final turnout as the paint is currently drying but I’m crossing my fingers for a half decent outcome.
On that same note I’m not a big fan of resolutions. I think they put too much pressure on you if you don’t actually achieve them so instead I like to try and set a few goals, hopes, dreams and stars. (Stars are dreams on steroids.) A few things I am willing to share with the internet – this year I would like to continue on my life long quest for clear AF skin, read even more books (I managed 73 in 2016) and train like a girl so I can fight like a girl. STRONG IS IN.
I wanted to share one more insight on the new year before signing off. I just finished the book Forty Rooms and it was one of the most moving and insightful novels I’ve read in a very long time. I flagged dozens of different passages but one in particular really stood out to me. The narrator, a young, female, Russian immigrant, is speaking of an experience she had while first attending university in America. In her college classroom, her professor asked the class to write down their strengths and weaknesses. Not knowing most students give the standard answers of, “I’m creative,” “I’m good with languages” or “I excel at multitasking,” she instead wrote the below.
“I wrote that I believed I could sometimes sense the essence of things – houses, books, faces, moments in time – that I sometimes caught a whiff of their innermost souls, their unique smells, and that what I was hoping to do with my life was to render these impressions in words so vivid, so precise, that others could feel them too. Then the five minutes were up, and we started going around the circle, and all the long-haired boys said they were creative and all the foreign-exchange girls said they were good with languages. By the time my turn came – it was toward the end – I had caught on perfectly, so I too said that I was good with languages. I remember feeling relieved that I had not been the first one to give my answer… But I wonder now…It’s like life, you know: the more you learn what is expected of you, the more you fall into these patterns, these grooves, these ruts, the less unique your experiences become, the less unique you become yourself.”
As soon as I finished this passage I had to set the book down because my head was reeling. At the time of this realization, the narrator is 27-years-old. As a fellow 20-something, my first reaction was, “YES SOMEONE ELSE GETS IT” quickly followed by a minor panic attack of, “oh my god, have I too fallen into this trap?” In 2017 do not let society, friends, family or strangers put you in a box. Stay weird, stay different, stay creative. Do what you want to do, when you want to do it and don’t let anyone tell you it’s dumb or pointless or not worth your while. If you want something, continue to go after it. If you believe in something, continue to fight for it.
Let this year be the year that you reclaim who you want to be, not who everyone tells you to be.