short term goals | january

I think the problem a lot of us have with goals and resolutions is that often times we give ourselves too many of them to take on at once. The new year roles around and we feel ambitious, inspired, and motivated to change our lives for the better once and for all. So we make a long list of every little detail we want to change about our lives, then a few months into the year we feel defeated and overwhelmed, sucked back into our old habits. While I think it’s fantastic to have a vision of how grand you’d like your life to be, to dream big, I also think that we need to be a bit more realistic with ourselves and realize that great changes take time, patience, and a lot of effort. So instead of expecting to change your whole life around in just 12 months, I think that we should focus on the short-term, what we can doΒ right now to better each day as it comes. With that in mind, I’ve decided to make up a few short-term goals for myself each month. Little things that I can implement each day, that don’t take aΒ ton of effort, but over time will actually wind up making a huge difference in my life.

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goodbye 2014, hello 2015

2015 is just a few short hours away as I write this, and despite feeling this way almost every year, I am always left feeling surprised at how fast time goes by. Now, I am an incredibly sentimental and sappy type of person, so the act of making lists, goals, resolutions, all of that jazz, makes me feel very excited and I am 100% on board the New Year’s Resolution train. However, I am not one to make unrealistic goals for myself that I know I won’t follow through with. Such as jogging every day.. I’m good on that I think. Despite my disdain for running, I would very much like to incorporate more physical activity in to my life in general. But I’m more interested in exercising when it’s actually fun for me, such as hiking, yoga, playing DDR.. y’know.

Most years I do make lists for myself with very specific goals such as “write one blog post per week” (failed on that one this year, sorry past-self), but this year I’ve decided to focus less on numbering the amount of “productive things” I do in 2015, and more on simply getting in touch with who I am and bettering myself as a whole. While that may sound terribly clichΓ©, I do genuinely mean it. Besides, I’m a pretty corny individual anyway ;).

This past year of life gave me many amazing experiences, as well as a lot of challenging ones. After unexpectedly breaking my leg pretty badly in late September, it caused me to really take a look at my life. Mostly because I was left with nothing else to do; I was immobile, unable to do much of anything. If given the option, I would certainly have chosenΒ not to break my leg, but after some serious reflection over the past 3 months, I realized that it may have been just what I needed. I am a strong believer in “signs” from the universe, communicating with the universe, and paying attention to the little details in what life throws at you. And I believe that breaking my leg was the universe telling me that I needed to stop, slow down, reflect on myself, and what I really want from life. Sure, it may have been a coincidence, bad timing, poor choices.. But there were a lot of signs leading up to that day that I later realized I ignored, which caused me to walk in to the scenario where I got hurt. I won’t go into detail, but there was something trying to tell me not to go to the cemetery that day, but I ignored it. My “gut feelings” have never once been wrong. I’ve always been a very intuitive person, I often joke with people that I’m a bit psychic, but I mostly joke about it so they don’t think I’m crazy ;). Point being, breaking my leg forced me to stop (physically and mentally), review my life, and think about where I want to go next. And I have done a lot of that.
2015 is going to be a year for big changes, and adventures. This is something that I have felt building for a very long time now. And despite being absolutely terrified, I couldn’t be more excited.

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on turning 26

As of tomorrow, I will officially be 26 years old. Now I try not to dwell on age.. As we all know it’s just a number, and age doesn’t define who you are, how you feel, etc. However, I always like to reflect on my past year when my birthday comes up, mostly to remember the things that I have accomplished or the monumental moments that have gone by. Turning 25 was honestly a little frightening to me at first, because 25 sounds like such an important and definitive age. 25, one quarter of a century. When I was much younger, I almost dreaded the thought of being 25. I couldn’t even picture myself at that age, yet here I am, and I’ve been 25 for an entire year. Honestly, it’s been fantastic, and one of my favorite years thus far. I always used to think that my teenage years were going to forever be the best time of my life, but as I grow older I realize that my 20′s, especially my “late 20′s” (the completely pointless category that I am now a part of) will be the new ‘best years of my life’. And even though the dreaded 30 is only 4 short years away, I know that my 30′s will be some of the best years as well, and so forth. But let’s not rush into that just yet ;). I guess my point is, no matter what age you are, the number is just that: a number. A label. It’s completely meaningless in the grand scheme of life, just essentially how many times we’ve rotated around the sun. With that, I am excited to turn 26, to enter another year of being alive, and to continue to grow as a person. While 25, I was fortunate enough to have a ton of amazing adventures. David and I spent an entire month in Bali, Indonesia; I traveled to Ireland and England with my mother and sister; I became closer with people that I am thankful to call some of my best friends; I met many beautiful individuals from all over the world; I tried new things; I grew as a creative, as a person, and really I learned a lot about myself. As much as I try not to care about age and labels, I will miss getting to say “I’m 25″ when someone asks how old I am.. but that was fun while it lasted. I am very much looking forward to all of the new adventures this year of life is going to bring to me. Here’s to being 26.

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