New Year, New Me? No Thanks.

It’s the first day of the first month of the new year. Apparently, I’m supposed to be changing myself.

No thanks.

I have issues with myself, certainly. Who doesn’t? I’m on the wrong side of my 30s for my personal preference. There are more grey hairs showing their silvery faces each time my roots grow out. My belly is a bit more round than I would prefer. I wake up with creases in my face that aren’t from the pillows – and don’t fade away as I drink my coffee. I play too many video games and read too few books.


I don’t feel that I need a whole new me just because a page on a calendar turns. Self-improvement has no set schedule other than the one you make yourself. You (general you, not you personally, kind soul reading this) know what will and what won’t work in your life.

I can say “this is the year I run a marathon!” until I’m blue in the face, but considering how much I dislike running, jogging, or moving quickly in general, this is not a thing that will happen. However, I do know that making my life a bit more fitness-inclined may not necessarily be a horrible thing, so I can adjust priorities that way. Marathon? Not so much. Trundling along with a newbie 5k program? Probably much more in the realm of reality.

And so it is with life in general. If you see a mountain you want to climb (again, figuratively – unless you really want to climb a mountain, then get down with your bad mountain-climbing self), you don’t buy your fancy shoes and start straight for the peak. You train. You practice. You conquer foothills and relish every tiny victory on the trip up the hillside. If you stumble, it’s much easier to pick yourself up after a short skid than a long fall.

2015 is just another mountain,  and every day is just another inch up a hill. Some will be smooth, others will be rocky. I’m sure more than one will toss me down and kick me around a bit.

But it’s my journey. And I don’t need a new ‘me’ to do it. I’m fine with the one I have.