I’d love to say that I make – and keep – all New Years resolutions. I’ve had the resolution to stop picking at my fingers for at least 6 years now. it never worked. One year, I decided that I would give up coffee… everyone begged me to grab Starbucks on my way to work. The only resolution that has ever worked was to go at least one new place each year. I’ve done that the past 2 years in a row.
I’m not a superstitious person. Being born on a Friday the 13th kind of makes you that way. You forget paranoia and somewhat throw caution to the wind. When it comes to making promises on Jan 1, I tend to forego the tradition. I believe that if I really need to make a change in my life, I need to do it on a day that doesn’t already almost qualify it for failure (I read a statistic that says 78% of those who make resolutions break the promise in the first month).
What I realized today was not the need for a fleeting resolution, but the desire for a lasting change. There are two areas in my life that really need some work, some TLC. The first is to let things roll off my back and not take things personal. Nothing really triggered this realization, but it has been a common theme woven through my life. I’d like to fix that.
The second is that I’d like to release my inner creativity more than I do. Over the past few months, I’ve been caught up in the 9-5 life that I’ve had little time to write, work on photography, and explore. I also want to stop taking crappy pictures and start learning the trade, along with the photoshop that follows. I have the tools, I just need the know how. So, I’m going to start taking a picture every day of the things I see in my life, and hopefully those pics will tell a story of a woman who wants to express a bit more. Who knows, maybe it will lead to the IKEA desk I’ve had my eye on for years 🙂