Viva la Resolution! 

     It is the second day of the New Year, the hangover has faded, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and your nose is placed firmly on the grindstone. You’re living your best life and you have transformed into an entirely different being, so much stronger and more determined than the version of you that was left back in December. You’re full of piss and vinegar and nothing can stop you, you brave young hustler. The potential of so many of your newly made resolutions lingers in the air along with the palpable smell of those resolutions failing and not coming to fruition. I’m sorry, but it’s true. The odds are not in your favor, because you’ve made a drastic life change based on the calendar and not based on your actual yearning to be better. You’re not going to get in shape because we made another trip around the sun. You’re just going to go to the gym, take up space, and look like a giant ass clown in all the under armor gear you bought. You’re not going to read more because the sun rose on January 1st. No, instead you’re just going to have a stack of dusty ass books that you tuck away and shamefully neglect on a shelf. You’re not going to save money because the clock struck midnight, everyone went “wooo!” and you kissed a stranger. You’ll be the same broke dick head you are now as you were last year. Time is not relative to the determination inside of your heart. In other words you’ll better yourself when you or some external force gives you a swift and much needed kick in the ass, and the day, month, or year won’t have shit to do with it.

     If you couldn’t tell I’m not a fan of New Years resolutions. Not because I’m some bitter old grinch, but because I hate overcrowded gyms. Well I suppose there’s a little more to it than that. What I really can’t stand is seeing people decide to become something that they’ve always had the potential to be, but because  it’s a New calendar year, they make a giant spectacle out of their own self care. And this absurd idea of a “New Year, New Me”, has a tendency to cause people to get super fucking introspective all at once and overwhelm themselves with all of their flaws. Looking inward and doing some maintenance on the soul is incredibly important, but when you only do it once a year, you’ll never really know yourself, and before you know it you’ve turned into some annoying asshole that says things like “2019 is going to be my year, I feel it!” What the hell was wrong with last year? Where was this fire in your belly last month? I hate seeing people set themselves up for failure because this new found inspiration is not from the heart, it’s fake motivation derived from a stupid trend. 

     Now by no means am I encouraging anyone to have a mundane and sedentary life. Quite the the opposite actually. Life is incredible, and we don’t have much time to enjoy all of its splendors, so go out and make your existence nothing short of legendary! Go on adventures, exercise daily, love as deeply as those cliche wall letterings that every girl in her twenties has up in her apartment tells you to, do whatever you want, (except smoke crack, don’t smoke crack) you are limitless. But do all of those incredible things not based on some corny ass tradition, but because you are passionate about making your life into something wonderful, and I guarantee you will find a true sense of happiness. Once you find your lane in this life, take ahold of it and run that shit 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.