Resolutions 2019

Hey everyone! It’s been awhile since I posted a proper “blog post” not otherwise distributed by one of my several outlets of employment. Last year, I posted a list of the things I would remember about 2017. This year, similarly, there are moments of fondness that I will hold deep to my heart, but for the purposes of my own mental health, I’ve compiled those into a list on my phone, and they mostly represent the accomplishments and projects that I have embarked upon this year. I’ll keep that private. Here are my own resolutions for 2019. I don’t usually list them for myself in such a firm format, but hey, it couldn’t hurt to see what I actually get done this new year once it’s come and gone; since no one reads these things anyways.

  1. Cut out nicotine. I mean, it’s freaking time. I feel very accomplished this year after quitting the smoking of cigarettes, but my reliance on my vape as a result is totally out of hand. I’ll be switching over to a new device called MONQ in 2018, in an effort to live a little healthier.

  2. Curse less on the internet. I’m not totally committed to this one as fully as I’m sure my family and employers might hope. It’s who I am, and as my boyfriend so lovingly puts it, “part of my charm.” So y’all will definitely still hear me go into fits of swearing and rage on Under Further Review. That will not change. But in addition to my ardent effort to keep my Twitter clean of things that could potentially hurt me later, I’m going to try to call it quits on the Fuck bomb. Suggestions to fun and creative words that allude to its use are welcome. We’ll see how long this one lasts.

  3. Listen to my body when it wants sleep. I have a habit of hanging out with my friends too long, or chilling with Michael when he’s working because I miss him and we never see each other during the work week. The next day is always dreadful. I’d say I’ve slept about 650 hours in 2018, which sounds like a lot, but is definitely not enough. And adderall is only so effective. Should probably try to cut out that stuff too.

  4. Get out of the bar and into school or a job that is relevant and productive to my greater interests. I think that’s all I need to say about that.

  5. Be more vocal about my needs and desires. Even if it means being disliked. After being promoted in October to the general manager of my bar, I’ve done a lot of holding back, both professionally and personally, so that I don’t seem needy and so that my employees don’t dislike me. Only recently have I begun to see the merits and respect that can come from speaking my mind and my heart, as stupid as that sounds. If my passion is to be sharing others’ truths, I should definitely work on sharing my own.

And, boom. That’s that.