New Year, More Me
It’s a little over three weeks into the new year and most of us have probably already given up on the many resolutions we set either on or prior to January 1st. Cue the shame, the “shit I can’t do this anymore,” or even “well there is always 2020!” What I am here to tell you is that it doesn’t matter. I hope you look at this new year as a time to look at yourself and ask more from yourself. So you tried the new diet, exercise plan, maybe even tried budgeting better and maybe some of these stuck and some didn’t serve you, but I am so happy you tried.
Here’s the thing. I hope 2019 is the year where you find more of yourself. I hope it’s not the year of “new year, new me.” I hope it’s the year of “new year, MORE ME.” I want you to stop apologizing for taking up space—because I sure fucking have. I want you to stay curious—ask the hard questions because we both know they are necessary! I want you to eat the GD pizza because it brings you joy! Whatever makes you feel the most you, do it. Even if you get the eye rolls from the players on the sidelines—it doesn’t even matter. All that matters is that joy is pouring into your cup and you are standing in the light of your life.
And you know what?!
You can start over and over and over again.
The new year isn’t the only signifier of change, but really another reminder that we can shift our goals, dreams, lives as much as necessary. For me, I ask, “Is this serving me? Is this bringing me joy?” And let me tell you, it has taken me a long time to get here. | finally realized that my life isn’t to be lived by others. It is supposed to be lived by me. This shift gave me the permission to step even further into myself.
2018 was the start and 2019 is the refinement.
So cheers to you and me. Let us go into the rest of this year being even more of ourselves and I hope that we are able to start, stop, turnaround, reroute as many times as possible. Don’t be afraid to shift. It’s scary at first and so worth it in the end.
Be inspired. Stay positive. Love yourself.
XOXO,
Marko