Well, it’s 2017. I’ve lost count of the number of times someone has asked me what my plans for this year might be. And well I’m struggling with that at the moment. The new year seems to bring this pressure to make changes, to improve yourself whether that be mentally or physically, to make travel plans and to make this year THE BEST YEAR YET. Well I’m not playing. If you’re a ‘new year, new me’ kind of person, that’s absolutely fine. If you’re a ‘new year-I’m-great-anyway-why-would-I-change’ kind of person, then that’s fine too!
Just because the date has changed from 2016 to 2017 doesn’t mean that this is the only time of year you can make changes. Every new day holds the same promise as the new year. If you’ve had a bad day at work, you go home, go to sleep and your world effectively resets. I’ve been thinking a lot about that moment, you know, first thing in the morning when you first open your eyes. Before the stresses and worries and anxieties of life hit you full force; there’s that moment where you’re in blissful ignorance. Where you’ve forgotten the things that worry you, where you haven’t quite remembered yet that you feel pain. It’s not so obvious when life is going well, when it’s only the day-to-day monotony that can bring you down. It’s when times are hard that you really feel it and you really feel it because when the memory of the pain comes back it hits you anew. And it hits you like a tonne of bricks. It’s the stark contrast of the feelings that makes the good feel blissful when compared to the bad that closely follows. It’s like a tiny little reminder that even in the darkest of days there is still hope.
So, I’m not going down the ‘new year, new me’ road. I’m going down the ‘every day brings the chance to start again’ road. If my day has been stressful, I know that tomorrow might not be so bad. If I’ve eaten that donut, even though I’m on a diet, well tomorrow I can try to do better. If it feels like the world is against me, I know that tomorrow morning will bring the briefest of respites. Every day brings the opportunity to start again. Make travel plans in February. Start the exercise regime in June. Work out your budget in August. Who cares what date it says in the calendar; new day, new you.
What’s the point of this post? Yeah, I’ve been asking myself that too.