I hate resolutions for New Years, yet after such a tumultuous and tempest year feel there needs to be some sort of definitive point for going into 2012. Right now on paper, I am not necessarily the poster child for success. 31, single, unemployed, and uncertain are all crosses I currently bear.
That being said, I also right now am afforded the luxury of having a clean slate. I don’t have a job that pays me well enough to stay, but is swarming with politics and snide commentary. I don’t have to worry about whether a guy is “the one” or where it’s going. And I certainly don’t have to worry about where my next pay cheque is coming from, courtesy of the pizza cash the government is throwing at me weekly.
So rather than make one or two pointed resolutions for the year, I’ve decided to start a list of things that are NOT going to happen instead.
I’m NOT going to dwell on 2011. It was a rough year, and a hard year, but it is over. It’s time to move forward.
I’m NOT going to find happiness in a magic number on a scale but though the confidence I have wearing skinny jeans.
I’m NOT going to accept a job based on pay, location, or how it looks on a resume. I’m going to accept a job based on the fit, and the overall sense of satisfaction.
I’m NOT going to contemplate a breast reduction. My boobs are fantastic, just the way they are.
I’m NOT going to stop having the occasional pint of beer, the cigarette to go with (when drinking) or the extra cheese on my poutine.
That being said I’m NOT going to look for excuses to not go to the gym and I’m NOT going to give up on Zumba despite being the worst one in the class every week.
I’m NOT going to stop spending all my money on iTunes, sushi, and Value Village finds. But I’m NOT going to put anything on my already maxed out credit card either.
I’m NOT going to feel guilty for starting to enjoy this brief stint into unemployment, but I’m NOT going to stop looking for work and poounding the pavement either.
I’m NOT going to rely on social media as such an outlet in 2012, and have decided that weekends are going to be unplugged. That’s probably the scariest thing to ponder to date, which is why it’s also probably one of the most neccesary.
I’m NOT going to stop taking my anxiety medication in 2012, as I know the good it does for me. And yet I’m NOT going to beat myself up for it if I do.
I’m NOT going to waste my time by not writing. Whether through freelance, or this blog, or one of the ten novel ideas floating around in my head.
And I’m NOT going to worry about who reads, comments, or follows this thing anymore .
