On January 4th, I published my ambitious new year’s resolutions. While I have made strides on most of these aims, the first five months of this year brought its share of setbacks and some lowered expectations.
About 30 hours before 2018 began, I hastily typed my resolutions into the Notes app on my phone after scrolling through search results on Instagram and Pinterest.
(For the record, I don’t usually elicit life advice from social media, but when the going gets tough, the tough turn to fake news and cat videos.)
Making resolutions is a tradition I cherish greatly, and perhaps a bit too greatly. This year, I made no fewer than eight resolutions, each successively more difficult than the last.
- Use no plastic shopping bags
- Cook a meal from each continent
- Memorize five of your favorite poems
- Meet 50 new people
- Read 50 books
- Invest $2500
- Qualify for the Boston Marathon (BMQ) and Run 2018 Kilometers
- Scoring a 520 on the MCAT
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I take my New Year’s Resolutions very seriously. In the past, these resolutions have spurred me to become a vegan, attempt to find my biological father (an interesting story I’ve save for another post), and spend a year ‘living without’.
In March of 2014, I temporarily deleted my social media profiles for 31 days and in my adapted celebration of Lent the year previous, I did the same. Despite these efforts to go off the grid and withdraw from Facebook and Twitter, however, I was eventually pulled back in. Why?