Metaphorical Skinny Dipping

I haven’t made a single resolution this year. Not one. I think I deserve a huge pat on the back. Instead of setting myself up for inevitable failure I’ve embraced the unknown.

Normally, on the 1st of January, I sit myself down and come up with a few stress-inducing yearly guidelines. I’ve found, after years of repetition, that I initially measure myself and my success against others’ achievement-rulers.

Obviously I have, for the longest time, had absolutely no idea what’s important to me. What do I regard as success? Is it A: buckets of money, B: fame, C: having consistently great hair, D: something more or E: none of the above?

On some level not attempting to stick to stupid, sorry to those who made them, measures of yearly success is liberating.

This year I’m skinny-dipping in the universe and I don’t care who sees me.