2018 The Year of Me

It’s that time of year again – where blogs are awash with posts about resolutions or anti resolutions or whatever ways you/they plan on making 2018 the best year ever.

2018 the year of me. And palm print. I bloody love a palm print. 

Well my friends, I’m skeptical. I’ve done this post before. Not last year because I was busy looking after a newborn and all that, but I did the year before. This one is a whole week earlier than that one was – but who really cares? I’ve not written a blog post in nearly three months, did you notice? Did you miss it?

So why do it? I think every blogger has dissected that question at some point in their blogging career.

I do it for me. I’d like to blog more. I’m going to try to. But if I don’t, I’m not going to give myself a hard time or apologise for it anymore.

I want that attitude to cover anything that is not a do or die priority. And even then, we can only do so much. So let’s be kinder to ourselves in the meantime, k?

The last half a decade or so we’ve become so dependent on social media and viewing other peoples’ happiness and perfectly photographed and curated lives. We’ve coined terms like FOMO and YOLO and keeping up with the Joneses has never been so outwardly and incessantly shoved in our faces. Let’s just turn it off?

I’ll be the first to admit I get sucked into the rabbit-hole of online scrolling. Last night I decided I’d watch an episode of Grey’s Anatomy then read for 15 minutes before going to bed. Then I started scrolling the ‘gram and before I knew it an hour had passed. So long Grey’s. I thought ok just another minute then I’ll go read in bed. Before I knew it, I’d wasted TWO HOURS total. Doing what? God knows!

So my one and only goal for this year is to take back MY TIME. I enjoy reading. I enjoy exercising. I enjoy writing. But I often don’t because I don’t ‘have enough time’… yet I can tell you all about the wallpaper that Fran Bacon has in her down stairs loo and which maxi dress is top of Kat Farmer’s wish list. I love you ladies, but it must stop. It doesn’t make me happy. It doesn’t do anything for me at all.

So this year is the year of ME. That age-old saying of putting on your own oxygen mask first before helping others has never been truer. We need to take better care of ourselves. We must be selfish. I’m sure I’ll still waste some time doing the Insta scroll but I’m going to be more mindful of letting it waste my time or affect me and my mindset.

Mindful. Selfish. Unapologetic. Kind to self. That’s what I’m making this year all about. No, I don’t want 2018 to be the best year EVER. I want to learn from my past, look forward to what the future and perhaps it will be the best year yet.