Ahh, a brand new year. The sense of “new” is one that many embrace: a fresh new notebook and a brand new pen, the scent of a new car or a new pair of running shoes, the spark of a new relationship. However, for most these joyous new things pale when compared to the promise of a brand new year.
In my 32 years, I have made many resolutions and stuck to maybe one. Somewhere in my shadowy past I am quite certain I once promised myself that I would turn to a life of health rather than remain in a state of disorder, and that is seemingly the only resolution I stuck to. To a certain extent, I’m one of those people who don’t believe in resolutions. Ask anyone else who has worked at a 24 Hour Fitness and they too will tell you that many well-intentioned resolutions don’t last through February, let alone through December 31st.
However, this time around, as 2015 came to a close I felt a spark of excitement I hadn’t felt before. I feel like a woman on the brink of something amazing, on the verge of something, and I am going to ride the excitement that is seemingly physical, bursting out of my chest and my smile, and see where it takes me.
The final week of 2015 boded very, very well for 2016.