As 2014 leaves us and we move into 2015, it’s only fitting to write about my past experiences as well as future goals. Of course, people will say it is cliche to do such a thing, or even to make New Years Resolutions. I think that if you want to make a change, and starting a new calendar off with those new goals in mind is how you accomplish said goal — go for it.
That being said, my goal is a simple one. A resolution which doesn’t quite line up with my overall life aspirations for the year, but a simple change which I hope will have lasting effects. This year I plan to walk 10,000 steps a day, everyday. I’ve been good about this the past semester living in Chicago and I’m sure if I had recorded my steps in Rome I’d have been successful as well. However, in the past I have been driven by academic and work achievements at the result of neglecting my physical and mental health.
This has become very clear to me, demonstrated through my conflicts with family and friends. I know that when I am active, it gives my mind some time to wander and decompress. I’m not saying that I’ve found the “cure” for sadness, or that no one has told me this before. My doctor tells me consistently to exercise more, but I think it’s important that I am choosing my own plan to add activity to my life. With walking, I’ll seek healthy choices in other aspects of my life as well. I’ll sleep better, eat better, drink more water, and decrease my caffeine and alcohol intake. Again, all possibilities which may result from increasing physical activity but which are not my main focus in the New Year.
I think the reason why our resolutions don’t work is because we create goals which are too broad with strict expectations for ourselves. (I also think that simply telling people who make resolutions they are being cliche or will fail is a contributing factor…but that’s for another post 😉 )
We tell ourselves to “lose weight” or “be successful” or “find inner peace”. None of these goals are impossible or outrageous to achieve, especially not in 365 days. But life gets in the way. We have one bad day and suddenly eating a piece of cake means it’s all pointless and we drop our resolutions. Quietly, only weeks in to the year. Our friends laugh at this failure, not in a malicious way, but regardless we understand that our resolutions will never come true.
At least, that’s what I’ve experienced. Maybe my resolutions haven’t been about losing weight, or eating a piece of cake, but I think this is a common story for many of us. Which is why I want to walk 10,000 steps everyday and only focus on that aspect of my physical well-being. I’m not asking my body to burn more calories than it takes in. I’m not even asking for weight loss or changes in my appearance. I only want to add physical activity to my life, any benefits of this change are bonuses.
So, what exactly did 2014 look like, then?
Last year, I studied abroad in Rome for 4 months. I visited Vermont and the North Shore with my boyfriend. I lost my grandmother suddenly after an MRI. I lost some friends, whether through mutual or one-sided factors. I experienced improvements and digressions with my family. I’ve feared losing my dog, even though I know that this is inevitable.
I guess I could look at the last year and say it wasn’t great. Sure, I studied abroad, but this happened and that happened and I’m not any closer to my goal of “X” than I was on January 1st, 2014. And honestly (here’s the big cliche theme that you’ve all been anticipating!!) “2014 Danielle” let all those setbacks ruin all of the wonderful things I did accomplish and experience. Even up until December 31st, I was letting the man who made lewd comments or the woman who cut me off driving (or walking) or the lack of Instagram likes on a picture determine my worth. I allowed for minuscule events in my life to overshadow making the Dean’s List or securing early graduation or all the great memories abroad and last summer.
I’m very open about my struggle with depression and anxiety, something I wish for everyone struggling with mental health issues to feel comfortable about discussing without feeling embarrassed or ignored. But I recognize that it took me years to get to this point. To tell friends, family, and complete strangers that my brain isn’t wired in the same way, doesn’t feed off of happy energy at a healthy rate. Instead, sapping all the happy feelings up and using them too quickly. My mood can plunge simply because my brain didn’t have any more endorphins or serotonin to circulate. I constantly seek that “moment” when I knew I was happy. Rather than enjoying happy memories, I think “wow, this is how it is to be happy… I wonder when it will happen again”, wasting those precious times. But, “2015 Danielle” (aha, here is the cliche) will continue to fight my body’s tendencies through action.
Most likely, I will still tweet about the lewd comments, still mutter under my breath at the slow walkers, and wish for more likes. But in the “grand scheme” of things … no one bad memory should alter my perception of my self and my abilities and my life. Of course, it’s day 3 of 2015. Someone is going to think or comment about how resolutions are bogus or always fail. But why should they fail? I have a healthy functioning body, I”m young, I have enough free time to walk around or skip taking the bus (I’ll miss you, 147) to class a few times a week. We all spend too much time waiting for things to happen to us, why shouldn’t we all aim to change our futures for ourselves?
I think I’ll be much happier knowing that this year was made better by my own changes in behavior.