Let's Talk About Resolutions.

2017 is almost here. It's almost time to watch the ball drop. It's almost time to toast your friends, family, loved ones, pets, or whomever you've decided to spend this momentous occasion with. Hell, maybe you'll be sleeping! (I have to admit, I've opted for sleep on numerous occasions myself!) But, the fact is this: It's almost here.

And with that comes the ever popular "New Year's Resolutions". The vows that take your flaws and make them nonexistent. The promise that this year will be better than the last. The hope that this year will be the year that you will not falter, you will not step back, you will push through and you will see the goal, grab onto it and raise it high while proudly proclaiming, "I DID IT!! THE VICTORY IS MINE!!"

So... what is it? C'mon. You can tell me. What's your resolution this year? Wait. Before you tell me, let me tell you what happened to me today. Are you ready? Get comfy, I'll wait...

Are you in your comfy clothes? Got your drinks and your snacks and your pillows and blanket? Wait a minute, did you forget your charger? You're going to need that, too, probably.

Ok, now that we're all settled in, let's get started, shall we? 

So, today, I did what I always do. I waited until the last. Effing. Minute. To go shopping for a New Year's Eve dress. Oh yeah! The day before New Year's Eve! That's how I roll. Frazzled and rushed and on the verge of tears because everything I see either is just not my style, not my size, or is... what is that? It's ugly is what it is. And what is that?!  Oh, no! I am not paying that much for a dress that will be worn maybe twice, if it's lucky. I know, I know, I'm working on the whole last minute thing. I really need to stop dropping the ball (see what I did there?) when it comes to getting stuff done.

So, our little rinky-dink mall has zero options. I mean, I scoured every rack. Nothing. Well, there was this one thing that looked gorgeous on the hanger. However, when I put it on, I looked like a giant liberty bell covered in gold taffeta. Not flattering! My only option was to drive to the mall an hour away. Well, off I go.

Now, if you know me, you know I absolutely loooaaathe shopping. I don't just loathe it. I hate it. I can't stand it. I'm such a testosterone-carrying female when shopping. I walk into the store and I do a quick walk-around and then I'm out if nothing catches my eye within 30 seconds. I found a few things though that I liked and decided to try them on. I grabbed my size and headed to the fitting room with this vision of glitzy New Year's Eve apparel hugging my body in all the right ways. I go into the fitting room, undressed, and pulled the dress over my head. As I twisted and nearly dislocated my arms in all 3 joints to get this stupid zipper up (oh, you know the moves I'm talking about...) I looked in the mirror and...

i. hated. what i saw.

I tore the dress off and looked at the tag. This can't be right. How is this dress so small?! I've been wearing this size for years... What the-?

Tears welled up in my eyes. I grabbed the next size up and ran into the fitting room. How is this possible?! I ran out and grabbed the next size up. Then again. Then again...

I sat down on the little seat inside the fitting room and stared at the pile of dresses as if waiting for them to magically transform into my fairy godmother, waving a wand to tell me that she has the perfect little spell to give me my body back. I didn't want the perfect dress at that moment. I just wanted the body I thought I already had. Then I thought, "That's my resolution. I'm going to get that body back. I'm going to eat better or I'll just skip a few meals altogether every now and then, and exercise, and I'm going to drink nothing but water, and I'm-"

I'm going to be miserable. Because the only reason I'm doing this is because I can't stand the one thing I should love. Me.

You see, here's what hit me. We never make resolutions because it's something we love. We always make a resolution as a result of something we dislike. What if we changed that? What if we stopped making resolutions altogether? I don't want you to make a resolution. I want us to keep on with the REVOLUTION.

There's nothing wrong with trying to get in shape. But, let's not get in shape because we hate the way we look. Let's get in shape because we love the way it makes us feel! Better yet, let's all find something that we love and try to make that happen. Do you love knowing that you can save money by not purchasing another pack of cigarettes? Then stop smoking! Do you love to paint? Then make a goal to create 3 or 4 or 10 new canvases in 2017! Love to read? Read something out of the ordinary, every book!

If we truly want to make ourselves happier, we have to stop paying attention to all the negative crap that goes on in our own heads. We really need to start focusing on the good things about ourselves and make those good things into great things. I'm not making a resolution this year. I'm keeping on with the Revolution.

Are you with me?