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Why the #NewYearNewMe concept never actually works.

Ah yes, another year, another truck load of pressure to do more, be more, see more and basically kick a swift goodbye to the you, you once were, last year. I’m always fascinated by New Year’s resolutions. The ones people make, the ones people keep, the ones I somehow always end up making, and only sometimes (ok rarely) end up keeping. December and January can be an extremely tumultuous time for everyone involved. Emotions are always running high and I swear we put more pressure on ourselves within the 60 day festive period than we do throughout the entire year. But why? #Newyearnewme that’s why.

Everything starts in December, we enter this period of reflection spurred on by too much time spent in our childhood bedrooms, and watching countless reruns of nostalgic Christmas movies full of snow and wonder. Any movie which features snow is nostalgic, especially for Australians, some of whom have never seen snow in their entire lives. Anyway, we place all of this pressure on ourselves to host the perfect dinner, find the perfect present, be the perfect partner, find the best brand of tinsel, think for whatever reason we have to be beach body ready (whatever that means) amongst an array of other layers of pressure from other outside sources. Everything around us is telling us that the new year is coming. That it’s all out with the old in with the new. That next year, next year we need to strive for something more than the trash can of a person we were the last year.

Then January comes. It’s getting closer and closer to midnight, you can feel all sorts of pressure building and you just have no idea what to do. I think it’s like once every five years, people can say they had an incredible New Year’s eve. This year for me personally was one of the greatest, but that’s another story for another time. With New Year’s day though, comes… the New Year’s resolution(s). The need to set extravagant goals and finding the excuse to finally get up off the couch and do something with your life. But is this a legitimate thought and feeling, or is it just something that comes along with the territory of the festive season?

The culture in which we all exist actively discourages the fact that perhaps we are already the best versions of ourselves and we don’t need to make all these drastic changes. There’s a quote by my favourite poet Kate Tempest, which talks about not needing to buy new and exciting things, to impress new and exciting people, to convince yourself of the new and exciting person you think you’re supposed to be.

I mean, you might not have your shit together, you might think you need to lose 5kgs, or save a stack of money, or practice mindfulness a little more, consume less, do more, the list goes on, but here’s a red hot tip, how about you give yourself a little bit of a break? Instead of #newyearnewme why not #youdoyou and just aim to be the best version of yourself. The one you like the most. Not the one that is telling you to buy those $150 active wear pants so you can lose the Christmas weight in a matter of hours. Practice a little self love, have patience and remember you’re only one person.

These hectic New Year’s resolutions never work because they don’t really come from somewhere deeply subconscious, or real, or most of the time even genuine. You don’t need the excuse of a new year to work towards a new (achievable) goal, or start a new hobby, or pursue something completely different. All you really need, is 21 days. 21 days to make a habit of whatever it is you’re trying to achieve and just how you’re trying to achieve it. 21 days of commitment. Why not start with 21 days of some much needed kindness, surely the world can use a little more of that right now. 2018 is already turing out to be a really weird and wonderful year. One that I plan on taking one page at a time, day by day.

Written by Laura Kebby

I write words about talented people doing talented things, and translate chatter by putting pen to paper.

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