I’ve always loved New Years’.
When I was younger, sure I’d go out and yell with peeps at midnight to a pre-recorded video of a ball drop… when I finally moved out East we pretty much did the same thing (but at least the ball dropping was live). As I got older, I started to dislike the “hype” aspects of it… Having to dress up, having to spend time around a bunch of drunk people, and waiting for a damn uber for an hour, with a few cancellations in between, to take you a few miles for $160 dollars (sometimes not including tip - madness what that could’ve been all of these years) .
As I got older, these parties shifted to smaller gatherings on friends’ roofs. I always loved celebrating with close friends and being able to just walk back to my apartment. Besides the gatherings with quality people in my life, I loved the “newness” feeling of being able to reset, start over etc. but most importantly I loved the reflection that took place, goal setting, and turning wishes into actual plans.
Sometime in my mid 20s when I made the realization that my birthday being almost in the middle of the year, I started checking in with my self then too — a halfway point. Was I working towards the things I said I would?
Some time between my late 20s before I turned 30 I found a cheat — I could start planning “stretch goals”. Not only would I plan these goals to be competed earlier in the year, I started planning them months before the year even ended…. I guess that’s how I leveled up the “SMART” aspect of it.
….2020-2022 I blacked out (not literally but y’all know what I’ve talking about) … I think it was the jungle accident of ‘23 that jolted me awake. I would not only reflect on my yearly goals, but on my life’s meaning and aspirations. Needless to say I’ve been planning for a few months now.
I started by reassessing my support team - therapists to mentors at work and even sponsors. A few months after my accident I realized I needed some serious help and I went into over time…. I would get a new psychiatrist, and career coach to add to my team (in addition to the 8 physical doctor’s I was already seeing).
I went into overdrive and really created some boundaries. I made time for myself and for the first time I can proudly say I invested most in myself in 2023. My team, supporting me along the way.
So why don’t I have New Years resolutions this year?
I was proud of the work I did the last 5 or so months. I created goals for the next 6 months, year, 3-5 years and hell, I made goals that would surpass my lifetime….. I didn’t need a new year to tell me to self reflect. I realized I can harness that energy whenever I wanted, and that is the true magic… and guess what I fell asleep December 31st at 10ish pm :)
When I had my first therapy session of the year, I told my therapist I wasn’t going to do new years resolutions, and her response?