Alright, I have caved into the pressure, but for more than just the silly reason of it being a new year.I have decided, as so well put by my friend Jess, that I have lost my "groove". It may be that time of year, or the fact that work is consuming my life, or perhaps that in exactly 11 weeks I will be crossing the threshold into my mid-twenties (gasp! yes, run away in fear, I am becoming middle-aged...)
Whatever it is, I have identified it as "negative" and not how I want to live my precious few weeks of early-twenties. Therefore, on the eve of the 11 weeks preceding said birthday, I am giving myself one goal - to become the best version of myself that I've ever been. I read some BS somewhere that once you write something down, you become much more committed to it or something, so here's my strong (and ulimately regretable) written contract to myself to fulfill my goal. That way, if I don't achieve it, I will not only be sorely disappointed, but be aware that this public declaration will also lead me to new levels of humiliation should I fail.
I have not decided yet what it means to become this best version - you'll excuse me for my vagueness, since I am on 3 hours sleep and see not many more hours on this proposal-filled horizon. But, I will be writing down these goals as I think of them, and will write what I have achieved at the end of 11 weeks. I do promise, however, that my goals will not include taking up smoking, avoiding Nutella or frequenting that gigolo place I mentioned before... I'll save that for my breakdown as I approach my late-twenties (Good God, can you imagine being thirty?!?)
Good night, and good luck (to myself, I'll need it).
