Late-Night Ramblings of the Average College Student
Around this time last year I was expressing my disdain for so called “New Year’s resolutions.” My argument has always been that if you truly want to make a change in your life, you don’t need a special day to do it. Just do it. I informally resolved to do a great number of things in 2017 at various times. Some of them I was successful in achieving. Others, not so much. Nevertheless, here is a sample of those resolutions.
Take more photos — no
Read more books — yes; and I feel severely more educated, mature, and enlightened because of it
Spend more time with friends and family — yes; and I feel happier, more connected, and less lonely
Make new friends — yes; I had the opportunity to work at Disneyland (and continue to do so), where I have made many new friends that bring more joy into my life each and every day.
Explore my school — yes; my university has a challenge to its students to explore the school and the city in which it is situated. I took the challenge and have completed 57/57 items on the list (items varying from things like “visit a professor’s office hours” to “attend homecoming” or “visit the music library”).
Write more blogs posts — no
Some of these goals may seem insignificant to the anonymous reader, but it is not the size of the goal that creates significance. Rather it is the impact the mere thought of the goal, of the resolution, on the goal-setter’s mind that creates significance. For example, I am an extremely shy person, so to resolve to make new friends was a big deal, but to succeed was unfathomably exhilarating and rewarding. But more importantly I think, it is all the unplanned things in between that happen, the things we call life, that matter the most and have the greatest impact upon the meaning of a “success” or “failure.” For example, I did not have the time, energy, or motivation to write as many blog posts as I liked. I thought I would be writing one every week, but I had more important things to focus on like getting good grades in school (mind you, I was taking 18 units), or working my two jobs, or just trying to be a healthy, if extremely stressed, person.
This is more of a personal journal entry than the type of posts I would like to write, but I want to make a permanent statement about my opinion of 2017. As far as national and world news is concerned, I hated it. It was such a tragic and deplorable year and I try not to spend my New Year’s Day thinking about all the depressing things that had happened the prior year, but it can be hard not to. And yet, sometimes on a large scale, and sometimes on a small one, beautiful things happen. After each tragedy, there was a strengthening in community. There were births and marriages, and I had the privilege of knowing many people who experienced one or the other. As for me, it was a difficult, exhausting, painful year. But I survived it. I am leaving it behind relieved and entering into this new year rejuvenated. I am hopeful and excited for the future that lay ahead of me. I have left the past behind, but I will remember my wins and losses, my successes and failures, because they make me wiser and stronger as I take each day as it comes and prepare for each challenge that arises.