The problem with New Year's resolutions

If New Year's resolution could be compacted and squeezed into a human form, they would look like the healthiest gratitude list writer who lives in the moment. They would run marathons, take on old passions, take care of a plant, and actually meet up people for coffee.

The problem with New Year's resolutions

It's the beginning of a new year and we feel like this is when our new life begins as well.

We've all been there, haven't we?

Some may have written down their new year's resolution, others just slurred them between a glass of wine and another. I stopped making my resolutions public, not only because they have to make sense just to me, see obscure song references in my teenage years, but also because I am not looking forward to celebrating the beginning of a 12 month countdown.

The ultimate match between the Barbs I know and the Barbs I wish I was.

For the first three weeks, ambitions and goals might even stand a chance. No one can deny that January is a good month to change. It must be because the emptiness left by festivities and celebrations has to be somehow filled, and becoming who you want to be seems like the right thing to do. Then, reality checks in, and reminds you of whom you really are.

Some people thrive on the feeling of freedom to shape your very own life and becoming who you want to be. If you are one of them, optimism and possibility are your favourite words, and that's great!

I feel energised just by typing that.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, there is who find comfort in the feeling you get when you reach that third week after New Year's Eve and its resolutions. That's the feeling of warmth and familiar habits, of dropping the facade and accepting who you really are.

And the energy is gone.

I wish I could live two lives, 'Sliding doors' style, one in which I am the perfect human being and would totally flaunt everything on Social Media, also because there would be little left of my old life if I were to read and take classes and work on projects and exercise and take trips and spend quality time with people and eight hours of sleep. The other life, instead, would be very lazily happy, far from experimenting and safely within my comfort zone, possibly wearing pj all day and watching Disney movies all day.

I would like to end this article with a little Carrie Bradshaw moment, imagine me sitting in front of a window in Manhattan, soft music in the background, and my voice reading out loud:

Is New Year's Eve the best moment to evolve, or to know who we really are?

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