This Year, Let’s…

This Year, Let's...

By Kate Kole

I’ve spent so many January 1st afternoons frustrated with myself. Because I already ate the row of brownies I vowed not to indulge in, or I lost the patience I promised I’d keep, or I skipped the morning meditation I resolved to stick to for 365 days. Less than 24 hours in, I’d already lost. Declared myself imperfect. Taken the inflated anticipation of a new year – a sparkling clean slate – and watched and felt as all its hope and all my eagerness slowly dwindled down to disappointment.

It seemed like I’d either a) set standards above myself or b) failed to meet the attainable standards I’d set. And either way, it felt really shitty. I felt really shitty. Continue reading

I’m Done Apologizing

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By Catherine Miele

All of my life, I’ve been “the apologizer.”

I’ve struggled with insecurity and an exhausting perfectionism since I was a young child, and while I can be incredibly selfish at times, I was also blessed with the “people pleasing” gene.

Now that I’m mommy to a toddler and continuing to work full-time outside of my home, I’ve found a whole new set of things for which I must apologize.

But here’s the thing. Constantly saying “I’m sorry” for one’s existence or personality benefits nobody. Continue reading

My One Word Mantra For 2018

My One Word Mantra For 2018

By Kate Kole

My mind has always aired on the side of imaginative. As a kid, my friend Andrea and I would spend our after-school hours writing plays. We’d climb through the woods behind my childhood home and make up stories that we were lost in the wilderness, needing to eat berries and build shelter in order to survive. Forget the fact that you could still see the back of my house as we marched our way through broken branches. As far as our fantasies were concerned, we may as well have been states away.

My daydreams are a bit more grounded now. They don’t typically require the same level of suspended reality that they did 20 years ago…except when I ask my husband if we can make a fort in our living room. They’re more like an expansion of everyday life. If I’m feeling lonely, I picture what it’d be like to live a block away from my family. And if I’m feeling cold, I envision a move back to a place with palm trees. If I’m worried about the future, I imagine all the worst ways life could go wrong. And if I’m feeling optimistic, I map out best case scenarios in my mind. Continue reading

4 New Year’s Resolutions to Make in the Name of Love

By Isabel F. William

I may be a little chubby on the hips and I may have made one too many promises to myself, like the one where I’m giving up chocolate and carbs altogether along with dropping the Netflix binge-watching. I may also have mentally committed to working out regularly, five times a week. Maybe I’ve even gone to the point of promising myself to keep the family gatherings (hint: mother-in-law visits) civil. And maybe, but just maybe – I’ve failed to do all of these altogether. Continue reading

2017 Reminder: You’re Already Great

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By Casey Rose Frank

The promise of a new year is often one of hope and inspiration, with many of us praying that a new year will also bring bigger and brighter things. In the wake of the garbage fire that was 2016 in can be easy to want to pin our hopes on a better year ahead, but after watching 30 new years come into being, I’ve found there’s little magic that happens simply by flipping the calendar. Continue reading

Ringing in the New Year without Old Resolutions

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By Kate Kole

I am a New Year’s resolution pro. Not in that I successfully keep to all the resolutions I set, but rather, in that I’m really practiced in setting them. I’ve forever viewed those well-intentioned commitments as my opportunity to become a heathier, happier, more successful, and generally better person across all boards. Resolutions satisfy the perfection craving part of my soul. Continue reading

How To Set Goals For 2017 That You’ll Actually Accomplish

 

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By Abby Flynn

In 2013 my roommates and I hosted possibly one of the greatest New Year’s Eve parties of all time. Sure afterwards our carpets were stained with red wine, we found random hair extensions all over the house, and our ears continued ringing for days after. But that’s all just part of the experience, right? Not to mention a super hunky blonde haired guy showed up that night who just happens to now be my husband. Continue reading