New Year's Resolutions...kind of.

New Year's resolutions always seem kind of meaningless. They are always set with the best of intentions. We all mean to lose weight, go to the gym, call our mothers more, etc. I don't think there is much point in setting such goals. Instead, this year I want to take better care of myself. To take self-care more seriously, to listen to my body, my mind, and honour that.


This year I want to travel more. Take more time for me. Do the things I enjoy, with the people I enjoy.


Things like SoulCycle, brunch, and pilates. Visit places I want to go and explore them in the way I want to. I so often float along with plans to forgo the fight. It isn't that I don't care, but the continual sacrifice of my wants and needs for others has to stop.


I have allowed so many things to take control of my time. Allowed work to eat into my time to decompress and the things I enjoy. Letting obligations push me to the limits of my time. Allowed people and things to eat away at my happiness.


Some of those people and things I have control over, others I do not. But hopefully, through setting boundaries and sticking up for my time and desires, I can recoup some of my happiness.


I recently spent a plane ride to Prague reading Sarah Knight's The Life-Changing Magic of Not Giving a F**k and you should too. She's funny, she's kind, and frankly, she's right. As she says 'pick where you give your fucks.' I will be giving my fucks very selectively.



It is always the smallest things that seem the hardest to make time for.


Here is to 2020, a dose of self-care, and not giving a fuck.


It's an adventure y'all.

- Ellen



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