I recently completed the first quarter of my life. I’m fairly certain that I’m just over-romanticizing things again, mountains out of mole hills and all, but turning 25 has definitely led to what I have been (jokingly?) referring to as a quarter-life crisis.
I’m not so good at making, or keeping, resolutions made in the dead of winter. However, as this is the beginning of a new year of my life, I think I’m going to try my hand at some. I’m putting them down here because a part of me feels like if I don’t keep it to myself, I’ll do better at holding myself accountable.
It’s a cute thought.
I resolve to drink more water; to take my vitamin everyday; to get off of my ass and go for a walk even when I really don’t want to. I resolve to learn to respect myself; to realize that every thing in my life is my doing – even the good stuff; to learn how to take a compliment. I resolve to take more chances; to take more pictures; to give more hugs.
As a part of diving right into this new chapter in my life, I decided the other day to take a year to detox. A year without alcohol, cigarettes, marijuana, pop, and probably red meat (though I haven’t decided on that last one yet). Part of deciding to do this was months of saying I was going to quit smoking, and justifying smoking when I had a few drinks in me, and another part is just to see if I can do it. The first week will be easy, the first month pretty hard. But I’m in. It’s like I’ve challenged myself.
And I’m a pretty competitive person.
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