1.01.2017

New Year, New You? 2017 Resolutions (sort of)

Dedicated readers may remember this (slightly modified) address. We're all throwing shade at 2016 and the need for optimism feels even more relevant as we dip a nervous toe into 2017. Or maybe I’m too hungover to come up with anything new. 

It's the first day of a shiny new year. The day when all the mistakes of the previous year are behind us and anything seems possible. By now, at least a month of partying has been put to bed, its memories tucked safely away on Instagram. My liver and credit card are holding hands and whispering “It’s over. We’re safe now”. The fun is over and as we face that icy, unforgiving bitch, January, it's hard not to wonder why a new year is something to celebrate when the fête is finie. A beginning that doesn’t require us to actually start anything new. Good news if you just need a mental boost, to symbolically wipe the slate clean of all the injuries and injustices of 2016, while you write the wrong year on your cheques for the next month. This is your holiday. You don’t have to change. That’s the gift of New Year's. It’s up to you. 


Or not. Whatever.
For others, a new year means waking up January 1st in last night’s makeup and one shoe, rubbing mascara from your eyes while looking in the mirror and making RESOLUTIONS. Because a new year means a new you. One where you can get fit, find love, take that improv class, quit day drinking, stop using LOL and start being nice to the cat. I don't know what you're into. The point is: 

Anything is Possible

Many start the year with big plans only to find themselves failing by February. So, why bother with resolutions? Aren’t they just setting us up for failure? Maybe. But giving voice to our hopes and dreams, saying them out loud, is an important step to realizing them. Even if we never keep our pledges, the act of making them means we take stock, examine what we like and maybe experience a few moments of gratitude, and then reject what it is we don’t like. We get to know ourselves better for having named our convictions; for declaring just who it is we want to be.

In chronic progressive illness the measuring of time is tricky business. By definition we're supposed to, well, progress. Each calendar year is marked by diagnoses, tests, treatment régimes and abilities gradually lost. Ticking time can be a scary contemplation. Resolving to regrow myelin is more futile than resolving to lose those last five pounds. There are certain things over which we simply have no control. 

So this year I’m choosing simple goals. Despite disease and in my never ending pursuit of the best possible life, I will reflect on what it is I love to do, and figure out how I can do more of it. I will think about the people who lift me up and make me laugh, and commit to spending more time with them. I will pay attention to what doesn’t make me feel good and do my best to avoid those things. With hope and confetti still in the air, today at least, I will say fuck fear, because dwelling on the worst case scenario is a waste of my imagination. 

It’s 2017


Embrace unrelenting optimism


Happy New Year, Trippers



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3 comments :

  1. Ardra - as a native New Yorker I can't tell you how much (many of us at least) truly feel the need for optimism in the wake of 2016 and the 'reality' that has come to pass… Thanks for remembering us down here ;)) We're going to be moving forward as best we can. With MS and without, I'm sure of it! I think you're right - 'dwelling on the worst case scenario' is useless,
    even when it's staring you in the face.
    So -- thanks for the vote of OPTIMISM Ardra!- Barbara

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    1. Thanks Barbara. It's sometimes easier said than done. It's one of those days where I'm trying hard to take my own advice!

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  2. I know the feeling of trying to take our own advice! It IS hard… but in my book the attempt has to
    count for something, no?? So you get an A+ for trying - me too!! :)) Barbara

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