I’ve never been a big fan of New Year’s resolutions. I always seem to start the year with every intention of fulfilling some vague, obligatory goals – you know the kind: eat more vegetables, lose weight, always take your makeup off before you go to sleep, and learn Japanese. Well-meaninged to be sure, but utterly generic. As a result, I find that I’ve broken the majority of them by the second week of January, and treat myself to a massive chocolate binge to compensate. But with so many massive milestones ahead of me, I thought that 2015 is the prime year to give them another go.
With such monumental things to look forward to, I wanted to avoid a generic round up of my planned activity; ‘sell my house’, ‘move abroad’, ‘get married’ reads more like a to-do list (albeit the most exciting to-do list I’ve ever written) than a set of sincere and challenging resolutions. So I’ve endeavoured to make my 2015 goals specific in the hope that this time, for the first time, I’ll stick to them:
I haven’t even left for the great adventure yet, and already I’ve found myself skirting round the edges of the sugarcoating trap. When things feel hard and you’ve had a hard day, it doesn’t feel interesting or appealing to sit and type up the ugly details. Wait a couple of days til the fear and worry passes, pop on your rose-tinted glasses and kid yourself into thinking it was actually quite an inspiring experience. But that’s not what I want to do. This next year is all set to be the best of my life, but it’ll be damn hard at times as well. I’m not going to prettify the hard times, or underwrite the epic highs. I promise to document everything honestly, to tell the truth about all aspects of this adventure.
Write up my experiences straight away.
I’ve been enjoying writing about all the many places I’ve already been lucky enough to visit in my ‘Revisited’ posts, but have found that trying to remember the details, the feelings and the nitty gritty of these experiences gets harder and harder the further back into the past it reaches. In order to stick to resolution number one, I’ll try to write up my experiences as and when they happen.
Saying yes to changing my life quite so dramatically is a pretty big deal. But it shouldn’t stop there. If I’m prepared to quit my job and throw myself into a completely new life, I need to be prepared to say yes to new and scary adventures. No one likes a no-man.
Give my friendships the time and attention they deserve, regardless of where I am in the world.
I am fortunate enough to have some amazing friends and family surrounding me. I cram my free time full of all these lovely people, and value time spent with them above all else. Moving away from this is probably the hardest and scariest part of this adventure. Whilst I’m looking forward to meeting new people and making new friends, I’m painfully aware of how hard it’s going to be at times to not have my friends ‘right there’ anymore, to miss out on the fun stuff back home. So I want to make damn sure that this year, and all years, I make the time to keep in touch. Properly.
Live in the moment.
I can’t wait for the big day to come around, to get my adventure underway. Like, literally. There are days when I sit at my desk just watching the clock tick through the minutes. But I’m not leaving for another 7 months – 7 whole months of life to live. So my final resolution is to remember to live in the moment. Don’t wish away over half a year looking ahead, stressing and planning – instead, focus on the day-to-day highlights and the things that you’ll miss when you leave, and make the most of them.
Sounds easy right? Basically, don’t bullshit, don’t shy away from stuff and don’t be a stranger. Oh, and always always take my makeup before I go to sleep. Obviously.