quarter-life resolution

I kind of hate making New Year's resolutions. What makes December 31st a hallmark in everyone's life? Plus, I'd like to think I'm living my life every day as I want or hope to be, and that I'm not entitled to wait to change my lifestyle until I flip a calendar page. New Year's resolutions mean slacking off. They mean you didn't get it right the first time around and were too lazy to change before you were supposed to.

I prefer to let resolutions arise where they're needed within the year. My birthday this year happened to fall near a very clear demarcation of then and now. So I've been marinating. 24 managed to pack in a whole lot more change, devastation, blessings, unemployment, deliverance, and newness than I saw coming. Some of it was crazy-scary, but one year later...my family is healthy, I have an incredible boyfriend, and 78705 is turning out to be a pretty nice zip code after all.

My 24-year-old self found out that being an eternal optimist can mean letdowns disguise themselves as crushing blows. So here's my resolution for being 25: assuage disappointment. I have a better grasp on this hope-defeat seesaw now. I'm hoping to build a new playground toy, maybe more like a slide, so when I'm let off at the bottom it's not too much of a drop, and maybe it won't hurt all that bad if I'm not ready. Wish me luck.