When I started writing this post I wanted to talk about packing, suitcases and such. I was going to mention how packing what you don't usually wear or save for specific occasions was the best choice I made when going away last year. I was going to tell you how funny it was to wear everything I thought wasn't me, without realizing that perhaps I just wasn't comfortable in the environment I am usually in. I think sometimes it's not a question of feeling bad about your body, but feeling like you're not in a locale that will really get a look. It may also be due to the fact that I've been watching what feels like a million and one how to pack efficiently videos on YouTube. But I feel that being practical is super great, it's admirable to have your shit together enough to edit yourself and lighten the burden of travel. But that frame of mind has left me and instead I want to talk about the New Year. However this isn't going to be some pep talk on how you too can conquer the world like Beyonce.
We've gotten halfway through the first month. The shocking nature of the sensation that comes with time passing by isn't as jarring as it was say three years ago.
Instead of resolutions, I made intentions for myself. I am not going to share them here because this isn't the space. What I would like to share is that it's never too late, early, how ever you want to quantify it, to really pause and think deeply about yourself - beyond whatever circumstance you're currently in. I believe that getting trapped in a certain way of thinking and doing isn't some easy choice we make continously. It's all the hard choices we don't make. Accepting circumstances and situations which may drain us, or perhaps leave one feeling like they're settling. Maybe it's the small corner of the world that I occupy, but if you wake up one day and what was once a dream now feels like settling for less - you're allowed to change your mind, take it all back and give no one but yourself answers.
Happy New Year.