It's 2016, you guys.
Thank goodness a 5 is easy to turn into a 6, because all my checks so far have read 2015 (scribbled into 2016). This year really creeped up on me, but came when I needed it most, I think.
Can I just brag on 2016 for a second? Despite David Bowie dying (I currently have The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars on repeat), 2016 has been wonderful.
The year started off with an extremely fun New Years Eve celebration, a visit from a friend from Tennessee, MY VERY OWN SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY (!!!!!!!!), followed by my actual birthday in which I ate lots of sushi and watched the premier of The Bachelor with some of my favorite lady friends. I've also been on many coffee dates (with old friends and new) and taken a huge liking to a small place called Kickapoo Coffee. I'm hoping to become a regular there. I even went to two parties in the same night last weekend. And I joined a gym???? 2016, WHAT'S UP.
There's something about a new year that makes everyone, myself included, want to better themselves. I've tried to have this mindset before, but something about 2016 feels different. It's like I turned 26 and something (everything) besides my age changed when the clock hit midnight. I feel strong and worthy of love. And I do not feel small anymore.
I have a few goals for 2016, the two biggest being:
1. Write 500 letters.
2. Put on pants. Show up.
I'll break these down. First is #ProjectSend500. Toward the end of 2015 I found I really enjoy writing and receiving mail. I thought about sending 100 letters in 2016, but I wanted to challenge myself, so I upped the total to 500. To achieve this, I have to write 41.6666667 letters a month. I sent number 42 to Brazil today, so I am ahead of schedule. There's something so wonderful and organic and tangible about snail mail and I hope I'm making people happy when they receive it.
Next is my motto for the year: Put on pants. Show up. That's the motto, baby, POPSU. Has a nice ring to it, huh? A friend of mine came up with the motto and I've adopted it as my own. It means exactly what it says: this year I want to work on being less flakey and actually showing up to the plans I make. All I have to do is put on pants and show up.
Some days are harder than others and I want to stay in my warm, cuddly bed and do nothing. But it's important to me that I show up. This way, I don't let people down, and most importantly, I don't let myself down. The FOMO is so real. Plus, I usually end up having way more fun when I do leave my bed. I get to hang out with people and create memories and laugh and laugh and laugh. To me, this is so much more important than watching Netflix or reading (shhh, don't worry books, I still love you). Parks & Recreation will be there when I get home.
2016, here's to you! I hope my positive attitude continues throughout the year. I do not want a repeat of the shitty year that was 2015.
I like working out (when it's over). I like making plans and not breaking them. I like writing letters. I like being busy. I like 2016. I think, this year, I'm becoming the person I always wanted to be.